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