Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
Theres so much here that I dont understand
Your face say these promises
Whispered like prayers
I dont need them

Because Ive been treated so wrong
Ive been treated so long
As if Im 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 dont need them, no
I dont need them

Ive been treated so wrong
Ive been treated so long
As if Im becoming untouchable
Im 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

Im 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 dont 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, Im leaving
You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
And kiss me now
And catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this