Wait, stop
Wait just hold on a minute
Six years ago I was driving home from your house
Now it's fire filled hallways
And tears from each finger
I've counted the years
I am six different people now
Valentine
You move your hands
Like you were wearing mine
Valentine
You move your hands
Like you were wearing mine
All of your hearts
Are as smooth as shutters
You're as supple to me
As a warm little ball of milk
Still, your first compromise
Was the very first flaw
You won't feel nothing
I'll feel it for us all
Valentine
You move your hands
Like you were wearing mine
Valentine
You move your hands
Like you were wearing mine
