Take a look at my body Look at my hands There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face say these promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them
Because I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well content loves the silence It thrives in the dark With 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 the slow dying flower In the frost killing hour Sweet turning sour anduntouchable
Oh, I need the darkness The sweetness The sadness The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby A kiss good night Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
I'm the slow dying flower In the frost killing hour Sweet turning sour anduntouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored Your face saying promised whispered like prayers I don't need them
Oh, I need the darkness The sweetness The sadness The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby A kiss good night 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
Oh, I'm leaving
You better shut your mouth And hold your breath And kiss me now And catch your death