Three Legged Race

I want them to sew our hands together
And I want our ankles bound by twine

Each morning we'd wake I would be just fine
If every step that you'd take would be the same as mine

The lines of your palms would begin when mine stopped
And with our fingers entangled we would define the word locked

At first we would trip and stumble to keep pace
But I would cherish each step of our three legged race

But our hands are not sewn and our ankles not tied
No matter how many times I asked or I tried

The lines on our palms and our fingers don't match
Cause the love that I give I never get back