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.
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 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
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour
/untouchable.
Ooh I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Ooh I need this.
Need a lullabye
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet love of my life
Ooh I need this
I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
/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
Ooh I need this.
I need a lullabye
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet love of my life
Ooh 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..
