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, no, I don't need them.
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 a slow dying flower, frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh, I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight Angel sweet, love of my life Oh, I need this
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, no, I don't need them
Oh, I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight 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 Kiss me now you'll catch your death Oh, I mean it.