Cold Hands

How I regret what I must do
But you've left me no choice
Though I still strain
I can't recall
The beauty of your fey voice
Now that I've heard come through the walls
A song I've heard many times
I must return all you gave me
In the company of swine

We had found
Sacred ground
Oh, we had found
Sacred ground
You burnt down

I thought you sang
So tastefully
But now I can see
I was wrong
Your serenade turns to filth
When I leave
So please
Cut the love song

How I regret what I must do
But you must be replace
For I cannot go on suffering
Such simple and common tastes
When you met my eyes you sang to me
Of passion, pain and will
When I blinked you turned away
To kiss the hand of filth

We had found
Sacred ground
Oh, we had found
Sacred ground
I'll burn down

I thought you sang
So tastefully
But now I can see
I was wrong
Your serenade turns to filth
When I leave
So please
Cut the love song

Tell me
Who will hear your voice
Your song
When the smoke has cleared
And the lights are gone
Tell me who appears
When I'm gone

I thought you sang
So tastefully
But now I can see
I was wrong
Your serenade turns to filth
When I leave
So please
Cut the love song

I thought you sang
So tastefully
I see
I was wrong
Your serenade turns to filth
When I leave
So please
Cut the love song
(Cut the love song)
Cut the love song