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

'cause 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

In the frost-killing hour

Sweet turning sour and untouchable

I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness

Oh I need this

I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life

Oh I need this

I'm a slow-dying flower

Frost-killing hour

The sweet turning sour and untouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before

All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored

Your face-saving promises

Whispered liked prayers

I don't need them

I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness

Oh, 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

Oh, I'm leaving

Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath

You kiss me now, you catch your death

Oh, I mean this

Oh, I mean this