My mesmerizing hands go swimming in the boiling water. I 
wish I could control them, but they're instruments of 
torture. And when I touch you there, I know it cuts you 
like a knife. But I am far away, my dear. But you'll 
survive. 
My hypnotizing eyes go searching in the secret places. I 
try my best to look away. They find the spaces where you 
hide out when you're petrified. But I am far away, my 
love. But you'll survive. 
My uncertain cripple soul goes floating in the wrong 
direction. I wish I could command it to stand proudly to 
attention. But it bounces and it flails, and there seems 
no reason why. Cos I am far away, my dear. But I'll 
survive. 
It bounces and it flails, and I see no reason why. I am 
far away, my love, but I'll survive. 
It bounces and I flail, and there seems no reason why. 
Cos I am far away, my dear, but we'll survive.