Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand

Your face say these promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable

Oh, I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life

Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face saying promised whispered like prayers

I need a lullaby
A kiss good night
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this