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.
Cuz 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 दिल
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 फूल
I'm the frost killing घंटा
sweet turning खट्टा
& untouchable.
ooh I need
the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness,
ooh I need this.
Need a lullabye,
a किस goodnight,
angel, sweet प्यार of my life
ooh I need this
I'm a slow dying फूल
frost killing घंटा
the sweet turning खट्टा
& untouchable
Do आप remember the way that आप 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,
ooh I need this.
I need a lullabye
a किस goodnight,
angel, sweet प्यार of my life
ooh I need this
Well, is it dark enough,
can आप see me?
do आप want me?
can आप reach me?
या I'm leaving...
आप better shut your mouth
and hold your breath
आप किस me now,
आप catch your death
oh I mean this...
oh I mean this..
