"The Hand Of Your Raising" lyrics

Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising?
I didn't know you before I met you, and I don't know if I know you now

It was in the morning when you left
After a night of talking nonsense
I hated for you to leave like that
But I watched you go nonetheless

Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before

Should I have followed you out the door? Instead of holding it all open
Like the way that you held me not so long ago

I wear my cards on my sleeve
But you leave yours in the shadows. Looming so deep and in darkness do you think that I could see?

Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before

I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
And I'm not sure how I should write you anymore

Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising?