Hold Out Your Hand

Hold out your hands, I’ve got a gun and a dove
And I’ve got a feeling one flies faster than the other
And I’ve got a feeling one needs a little love
And I know one is grey and the other
Is the colour of the clouds that make the rain come
I’ve been looking for God, I’ve been looking under rocks
The scales have fallen from my eyes
I’ve been looking for God, I’ve got a question or two to put to him
And I don’t think he’s got the answers that I want
Hold out your hands, I want to see your fingers
I want to know exactly how deep you’ve been digging
Were you looking for gold? Were your diamonds stacking up?
Did you ever think to quit when you first struck blood?
I don’t think my prayers are working
I never learnt to get on my knees for that
And I don’t think that God can hear me
Above the riot we’re all making
Hold out your hands, I’ve got a bullet and a feather
Hold out your hands, I’ve got a gun and a dove
I know one costs more than the other
And I know for some cost equals worth
And I know one is doomed
And our obsession with the other will cost the earth