[Verse 1] A pencil line that won’t stay straight A corner cut too deep I broke the chair I meant to build Then gathered every piece The perfect plans were on the screen The steps were numbered there I turned it off and let my hands Discover how to fail [Pre-Chorus] Splinters in my fingers Fragments on the floor Every wrong and awkward sound Made me want to make it more [Chorus] With these hands still learning I will make what has no name Every crooked line and rough edge Will remember who I was today With these hands still learning I will build for someone else It doesn’t have to be perfection It just has to hold their weight [Verse 2] No two shapes can be repeated Every grain resists the same Every time I make an object Part of my life stays in its frame I could ask the world to finish Everything I start But nothing built without resistance Ever reaches through the heart [Instrumental] [Bridge] You cannot measure this in speed You cannot price the hours spent There is a place where being useful And being alive become the same [Final Chorus] With these hands still learning I will make what isn’t here I will leave the marks of failure So the next hand knows I cared With these hands still learning I will shape a future scar And long after I have vanished Something warm will still remain [Outro] Sit down It might creak It will hold
