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.

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 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
i´m the frost killing hour
sweet turning sour
& untouchable.

ooh i need
the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness,
ooh i need this.
need a lullabye,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
ooh i need this

i´m a slow dying flower
frost killing hour
the sweet turning sour
& untouchable

do you remember the way that you 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 love of my life
ooh i need this
well, is it dark enough,
can you see me?
do you want me?
can you reach me?
or i´m leaving...
you better shut your mouth
and hold your breath
you kiss me now,
you catch your death
oh i mean this...
oh i mean this..