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 herz
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 blume
I'm the frost killing Stunde
sweet turning sauer, saure
& untouchable.
ooh I need
the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness,
ooh I need this.
Need a lullabye,
a KISS goodnight,
angel, sweet Liebe of my life
ooh I need this
I'm a slow dying blume
frost killing Stunde
the sweet turning sauer, saure
& untouchable
Do Du remember the way that Du 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 Liebe of my life
ooh I need this
Well, is it dark enough,
can Du see me?
do Du want me?
can Du reach me?
oder I'm leaving...
Du better shut your mouth
and hold your breath
Du KISS me now,
Du catch your death
oh I mean this...
oh I mean this..
