I press your hand in mine however cautiously I keep a smile right to myself And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm And it's harder, hard to understand Little victories won creeping around your hand The sickness has taken hold through violent, blurted syllables Escape my mouth under my breath The voice of pricking dread is whispering insistent in my ears My paranoia has galvanized by your gaze, so austere This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm I know it's harder, hard to understand Little victories won creeping around your hand I pinned your crest to my chest Hoping it might start to look right There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse Lying face down in the river, his hands used to move like mine I can't stand myself this morning, I am practically that boy No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid through lack of choice This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm I know it's harder, hard to understand Little victories won creeping around your hand Creeping around your hands © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. LTD.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com