The story started long ago In this scar or that scar It made its way through broken skin To fingertips sinking in to flesh that I would never touch When
We stand in a cold room And turn off the light Pull the curtains low And wait for the night When the sun dips down Its our turn to scream And watch the
They waited till the lights were gone to make the move Hands crept in the dark reaching out For you cannot fight it back Cross the floor to the door
I saved it up Up till the words flowed out Out... Quiet into hands How many years of living under the weight of a world so heavy with your touch? In
Wandering eyes through the rain The water was cold and my hands were shaking I took a taste It was such a waste Left a line of blood upon my face Voices
Cut here Release of all the feeling that is buried in the veins The worst that you feel is far from torn flesh Skin opens up But what is this? This time
I didn't see the steps following me Its just a movement of air But I didn't care It was soft as shadow with a feeling of home A pair of hands on my hips
They waited till the lights were gone to make the move Hands crept in the dark reaching out For you cannot fight it back Cross the floor to the door Open
I saved it up Up till the words flowed out Out... Quiet into hands How many years of living under the weight of a world so heavy with your touch? In one