Cold Hands

Cold Hands - A.F.I.

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