Take a look at my body, look at my hands   There's so much here that I don't understand   Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers   And I don't need them      'Cause I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long   As if I'm becoming untouchable      Well, contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark   The fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart   They say that promises sweeten the blow   But I don't need them, no 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 a 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   Need a lullaby   A kiss goodnight   Angel, sweet love of my life   Oh, I need this      I'm a slow dying flower, frost killing hour   The sweet turning sour and untouchable      Do you remember the way that you touched me before   All the trembling sweetness, I loved and adored   Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers   I don't need them      I need the darkness   The sweetness   The sadness   The weakness   Oh, I need this   I need a lullaby   A kiss goodnight   Angel, sweet love of my life   Oh, I need this      Well, is it dark enough   Can you see me?   Do you want me?   Can you reach me?   Or I'm leaving   Then you shut your mouth   And hold your breath   You kiss me now   You catch your death   Oh, I mean this   Oh, I mean this