Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Your suitcase by the door again, another Thursday flight
Cash folded by the bedside, boarding pass held tight
Your phone lights up—three names you won't remember
While he's asking the babysitter if you're coming home in December

You're hunting something nameless in a stranger's bed
He's drawing stick figures with two heads

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

Watching from the corner booth, untethered and alive
You tell yourself that freedom means you don't apologize
But something flickers when a child's voice cuts the noise
The way you grip your glass destroys your poise

You're teaching him that staying isn't what the worthy do
He's learning love looks just like walking through

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

His height marks on the wall you'll never see
Your suitcase wheels have worn a groove into the floor
The key you threw away has rusted through
Every lock you own is haunted now by you

Scrape the ink, destroy the costume clean
Let him see the person, not the scene
The deadbolt's just a choice you make tonight
There's still a door, there's still a light

But small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching...

You won't take it off, the mirror knows
Another crowd, another pose
His small hand reaching through the empty air
Learning early that you were never really there

Small Hands

UK and Cyprus-based songwriter and producer crafting melodies that bridge worlds. My music springs from life's raw experiences—the highs, the lows, and the moments of clarity in between.

Drawing inspiration from the Mediterranean shores of Cyprus and the rich musical heritage of the UK, I weave stories of faith, resilience, and hope into every track. My songs are conversations—honest reflections on the journey, celebrations of life's beauty, and reminders that even in our darkest moments, light finds a way.

When you listen to my music, you're not just hearing songs—you're experiencing chapters of a shared human story, one that acknowledges our struggles while embracing the possibility of tomorrow.

Join me as we explore what it means to live authentically, to believe in something greater, and to find meaning in both the extraordinary and the everyday.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3wJqKpRbynq7zSGnUFKSbC?si=0zRMaDHkQCysUl5ZLx3uRQ

Bandcamp: https://markxenophontos.bandcamp.com/

Small Hands

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