From the album Heater

Lyrics

COLD HANDS OF FATE
© 1997 Scott Burns and Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI and Scott Z. Burns Music, BMI

The hands on the clock are waiving goodbye
Time doesn't move and it once used to fly
If I thought of you first instead of seconds too late
I'd be holding you now, not the cold hands of fate

The cold hands of fate
They're turning out the lights
The cold hands of fate
Brushing back her hair in the middle of the night

What once was a breeze, now blows like a gail
Rain that once fell has frozen to hail
There's a light in your window, but a lock on your gate
Turned with a key by the cold hands of fate

The cold hands of fate
They're turning out the lights
The cold hands of fate
Brushing back her hair in the middle of the night

The hands on the clock are holding a gum
Waiting for time to get up and run
There isn't a way to wipe clean the slate and
Loosen the grip of the cold hands of fate

The cold hands of fate
They're turning out the lights
The cold hands of fate
Brushing back her hair in the middle of the night