My mesmerizing hands go swimming in the boiling water. I
wish I could control them, but they're instruments of
torture. And when I touch you there, I know it cuts you
like a knife. But I am far away, my dear. But you'll
survive.
My hypnotizing eyes go searching in the secret places. I
try my best to look away. They find the spaces where you
hide out when you're petrified. But I am far away, my
love. But you'll survive.
My uncertain cripple soul goes floating in the wrong
direction. I wish I could command it to stand proudly to
attention. But it bounces and it flails, and there seems
no reason why. Cos I am far away, my dear. But I'll
survive.
It bounces and it flails, and I see no reason why. I am
far away, my love, but I'll survive.
It bounces and I flail, and there seems no reason why.
Cos I am far away, my dear, but we'll survive.
