The wind blows cold in your house of dreams,
You want it all to be real,
I’d like to laugh, but my face won’t stretch
And you say, you want to be healed...
If you turn to me, I’ll take care of you.
But who’ll take care of me?
You wander like a saint with a begging bowl
And the daylight hurls your eyes,
I’d like to make you cry, just to see if I could,
Is your heart made of solid steel?
lf you turn to me, I’ll take care of you,
But who’ll take care of me?
You want everything your hands will cover,
You want more than I can give,
You smile like an angel, with eyes full of death.
I can’t fight, I just surrender...
lf you turn to me, I’ll take care of you,
But who’ll take care of me?
Maybe you’ll kill me and maybe you won’t,
Perhaps you’ll just drain me dry,
You’re a snake in my heart, a flame in my hand
And you’ll burn me to the bone,
If you turn to me, I’ll lake care of you,
But who’ll take care of me?
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