We pull our strings from the one inside

As the mind turns down from the thoughts we hide

I'll never forget the nights when our skin became pale

Oh I thought you said "take me now" or is it a tale?



The freezing hand of the killing kind

The loneliness of a burning mind

My finest hour as it turns into anger

We read what we see - danger

The tearing of a lip is away to wake

Drifting teardrops on my skin fill me like a lake

I'll never forget the nights

When our skin became pale

Oh I thought you said

"Take me now" or is it a tale?



Resonating strings echo with desire

Sparks made by friction, a light from a fire

Doors are closed and winds blow higher

Faith becomes a liar



Sometimes I believe what you get is what you give