Look down at my hands, they are getting so old Reading messages, all the time that you stole Looking at my face, all these lines that I see Of all these things, this body means nothing to me Tore my skin again, it's no temple to me On my knees again, you cry blasphemy All I ask of you is to keep me warm Rid me of this weight, take these shackles I've worn There's a seed in you and in me it grows Blooming in my spring, it is all I know All I ask of you is to keep me warm Rid me of this weight, take these shackles I've worn