IntroVerse 1Ratted Out Just Like Your Sundried DressAs We Laid In The Lawn, You SaidHold Me, But Welcome To My DeathMy Conscience Is Strung With My Weak GutYou'll Have To Show Me The WayYou Said Run On, Come Back With Your Own GunInstrumentalChorusCold Hands As You're Walking Upstairs With Your Mouth ClosedI Can See It In Your Eyes ThoughSay You're Ashamed Like I Don't KnowTongue-Tied As You're Sitting In The Corner With Your White LiesIf I Could Frame It With The Dim LightWe'd Be The Painting Of A Dark SkyInstrumentalVerse 2All You Found Is Like The Sight And The SoundAs The Wind Don't Rest, You SaidWake Up And Look At The Damp GroundYou'll Realize You're Wrong With The DisgustAnd Headed Furthеr Away, You'll Just Write Down Everything You'vе Done WrongInstrumentalChorusCold Hands As You're Walking Upstairs With Your Mouth ClosedI Can See It In Your Eyes ThoughSay You're Ashamed Like I Don't KnowTongue-Tied As You're Sitting In The Corner With Your White LiesIf I Could Frame It With The Dim LightWe'd Be The Painting Of A Dark SkyWohOutro
