Her Hands Were Soft - manix

Her Hands Were Soft - manix It’s a country-rock confessional about losing control to dangerous love. A man who swore he’d never fall gets undone by one smile — “trouble came dressed up fine.” Her touch was gentle, but her spirit was wild: “a sinner’s heart with an angel’s smile.” Now he’s consumed. Love hits like a fever, a flame in his bones he can’t put out or repent for. Even the preacher’s warning can’t stop him. He knows it might ruin him — “I’m ashes now, floatin’ round” — but he’d rather burn than let go.