cold hands reach out touch my own this is my decision, to make this move and when it gets dark i see the two they wink and they leak and they speak the truth
sometimes they're blue, sometimes they're brown but with that glow, but always with that glow
i speak all soft, so no one can hear i speak of things, that no one will here
and then i move off when the blood in rushing straight into my head i move off time stands still for a while i move off where is my swollen pride? i know what i want, i want what's there i want what's inside