Hands know the longing
They could paint your picture
Flawless reflection
Just remembering the touch

Just remembering the touch

Ink in the skin
Smooth out the marks
Tracing your fingers
Through the burns and the cuts
Words and drawings
Cue the memory
On arms and legs
Like they were pages pressed together in a book

But pages do not bleed
But if they only could
They'd share our secrets with the world
But they burn quicker than we would

But pages do not bleed
But if they only could
They'd share our secrets with the world

In the end we'll be dead
There's a wheel so let it turn
No exemptions, calling favours
If it's burning, let it burn

Like the secrets, like the pages
If it's burning, let it burn
No exemptions, calling favours
If it's burning, let it burn