Frozen fingers on my skin Guilty hands clutching gin Your tin, thin eyes can't see within Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn And the silence won't
she hears me she'll come running in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans These are my nasty little thoughs I wrote 'em down
but oh my god if she hears me she'll come runnin in these are my hands these are my faults these are my nasty little thoughts I wrote em down for you
(aka the bumper to bumper version) You are so down inside You are so You are so down inside You are so Down inside Frozen fingers on my skin Guilty
hears me she'll come runnin in these are my hands these are my faults these are my nasty little thoughts I wrote em down for you to contemplate at a
