[Intro: muted slap bass, guitar harmonics] [Verse 1: rhythmic melodic baritone] I saw you carrying a mountain With your hands already full I could offer you a shoulder Or pretend I didn't know So I took a little weight And walked beside you for a while Didn't ask for your allegiance Didn't wait to see you smile [Pre-Chorus: rising gritty harmonies] If every gift becomes a chain Then what did anybody gain? [Chorus: explosive melodic lift] These are hands without strings I don't need to pull you close I can give without collecting Every favor that you owe Let the good we do be weightless Let it travel, let it sing There's a different kind of freedom In these hands without strings [Break: distorted bass and polyrhythmic guitar] [Verse 2: warm melodic groove] You might never know my birthday You might never know my name But you stood a little taller And that's reason I came [Bridge: half-time, fragile] I don't need to keep a ledger Of the kindness that I give [Final Chorus: stacked harmonies] These are hands without strings Open palms and nothing more If you're strong enough tomorrow Help somebody through their door [Outro: sustained guitar harmonics] And the good goes on.
