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
Because I´ve been treated so wrong
I´ve been treated so long
As if I´m becoming untouchable
Well, content 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 the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour anduntouchable
Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
I´m the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour anduntouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face saying promised whispered like prayers
I don´t need them
Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
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
You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
And kiss me now
And catch your death
Oh, I need this
Oh, I need this