You are my gallows
You are my sin
From the first time I let you in
I remember the time we
almost touched In the moment
a quiver I knew you too much
The taste of your skin or the nape
of your neck I will never
never forget I’ll be your
scapegoat who hangs from a tree
Dangling so we can be free
you after me
You are my gallows
You are my sin From the first
time I let you in I remember
the first time we touched
In the moment a quiver you knew
me too much