Cold Hands

How I regret what I must do

But you've 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 can 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 replace

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 can 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 are gone

Tell me who appears

When I'm gone



I thought you sang

So tastefully

But now I can 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