Lyrics:

Your hands, you're holding up the world
Dressing pretty to cover up the hurt
'Cause this place has treated you so unkind
Never really let you be a goddamn child
Old enough to be a man to be your own mother
Strong enough to not miss your own father
Somehow growing older you got lost in God's design
So you learn to be tough and fragile at the same time
At the same time

Your hands made it all better
Beautiful how you're holding it together
This wasn't what you signed up for, but you kept on showing up
You raised yourself beyond the cloth from which you were cut
Old enough to be a man to be your own mother
Strong enough to not miss your own father
Somehow growing older you got lost in God's design
So you learn to be tough and fragile at the same time