Golden Hands (Live Steamroom Session)

[Verse 1] She walks through the smoke and the cobblestone rain With pockets wide open again and again Her hands made of copper, her heart made of gold She gives what she has, never does what she's told The lanterns are lit by the grace that she brings She mends what is broken, repairs broken things In a world full of gears grinding cold through the night She's the warmth in the engine, the flame in the fight [Pre-Chorus] (whisper: give it all, give it all...) Something ancient lives in her hands Something gentle no one understands [Chorus] Golden hands, golden hands She pours herself into the land Golden hands, golden hands More than anyone understands She asks for nothing, takes no crown Just lifts the ones who are falling down Golden hands, blessed hands [Verse 2] She carries the weight of a hundred tired souls She fills up the cracks, she makes shattered things whole No medal of brass, no parade in her name She burns like a candle, a quiet, steady flame The children run to her through steam-heavy air She braids them a future from fragments of care And every soul touched by her generous light Becomes a small lantern that glows through the night [Pre-Chorus] (whisper: give it all, give it all...) Something ancient lives in her hands Something gentle no one understands [Chorus] Golden hands, golden hands She pours herself into the land Golden hands, golden hands More than anyone understands She asks for nothing, takes no crown Just lifts the ones who are falling down Golden hands, blessed hands [Bridge] (layered harmonies, slow and tender) You don't need a throne to rule with grace You don't need applause to hold your place She knows Oh, she knows That a seed of kindness in the cold Grows into something more than gold [Outro - whispered, fading] (whisper: golden hands... golden hands...) Still giving Still glowing Still holding us all Still holding...