Pale as a white light
Hot like a dull knife
Smoking like dry ice
Counting to five, then ten
Sudden slow dive, chasing a high
I can feel it waiting underneath my eyes
If you think you need something to hide
You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine
Weak, softly in the knees
It's one of these
Separate the colors I can't see
Burning on my skin, pushing pins in, oh so slowly
I sway side to side, waiting to strike
I can feel it boiling underneath my eyes
If you think you need something to hide
You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine
I sway side to side, waiting to strike
I can feel it boiling underneath my eyes
If you think you need something to hide
You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine