Cold Hands

How I regret what I must do But you left me no choice Though I still strain I can't recall The beauty of your fey voice Now that I've heard come through the walls A song I've heard many times I must return all you gave me In the company of swine We had found Sacred ground Oh, we had found Sacred ground You burnt down I thought you sang So tastefully But now I see I was wrong Your serenade turns to filth when I leave So please, cut the love song How I regret what I must do But you must be replaced For I cannot go on Suffering Such simple and common tastes When you met my eyes you sang to me Of passion, pain and will When I blinked you turned away To kiss the hand of filth We had found Sacred ground Oh we had found Sacred ground I'll burn down I thought you sang So tastefully But now I see I was wrong Your serenade turns to filth when I leave So please, cut the love song Tell me who Will hear Your voice Your song When the smoke Has cleared And the lights Have gone Tell me who appears when I'm gone I thought you sang So tastefully But now I see I was wrong Your serenade turns to filth when I leave So please, cut the love song I thought you sang So tastefully I see, I was wrong Your serenade turns to filth when I leave So please, cut the love song (Cut the love song) Cut the love song