Take a look at my body, look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face saving promises,
Whispered like prayers, I don't need them.
Cause I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark,
The fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no I don't need them.
I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flower
I'm the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable.
Oh, I need the darkness, the sweetness,
The sadness, the weakness,
Oh, I need this.
Need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight,
Angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour nad untouchable
Do you remember the way
That you touched me before,
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored.
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers,
I don't need them.
I need the darkness, the sweetness,
The sadness, the weakness,
Oh, I need this.
I need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight,
Angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this.
Well, is it dark enough, can you see me?
Do you want me? can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving.
You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death
Oh, I mean this.
Oh, I mean this.<