David's Hands

What happened to those loving hands?
The ones that used to know me best
The ones that used to hurt the most
I’m sitting here with David’s ghost
Every night we talked across the dinner table
And a silent day beginning of December
My David’s hands were cold and still
No loving pulse for me to feel
Two loving hands are haunting me today
My life’s plan in disarray
It’s about time leave me alone
A ghost like you can’t keep me worm
What happened to those loving hands?
I don’t know and that suits me best