"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
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 and untouchable
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
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour and 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
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?
Or I'm leaving
You better shut your mouth and hold your breath and kiss me now
and catch your death
Oh, I mean this
