Glove all her life she's held her father's hand she feels so calm his sweaty palm will calm her down she feels a tear fall as she sees above her sheltered love the empty glove... she waits around for what she hopes will come but in her eyes, unspoken lies a blind disguise she begs forgiveness as she tries to run from what she's done it has begun... all her life she'll hold his hand his sweaty palm will calm her down