Turn your eyes to me. I am watching every move you make.

What should I wear today on my sleeve?



And let's take a step and move away.

Underground is where we'll stay for a while.



And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums, and give my soul away.

Can you hear them come? Strings and drums.



And you're my mystery. You are always at my fingertips.

Without you I'm just bones and skin.



And I will lick your cuts and be your bruise

Until I fade from deepest blue into white.



And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums, and give my soul away.

Can you hear them come? Strings and drums.



And I will change my words from nouns to verbs, and never be ashamed.

Can you hear them come? Strings and drums.



And I am writing myself clean and I am selling myself cheap and I am aching for a touch or a taste.

And I'm aching, aching, aching now.

I'm holding, holding, holding out.

I'm calling, calling, calling out to you.



And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums, and give my soul away.

Can you hear them come? Strings and drums.



And I will mix my tongue with strings and drums, and give my soul away.

Can you hear them come? Strings and drums.



And I will change my words from nouns to verbs, and never be ashamed.

Can you hear them come? Strings and drums.



Strings and drums.