Текст песни 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 see
I was wrong.
Your serenade
Turns to filth when I leave
So, please,
Cut the love song.
Oh

How I regret what I must do
But you must be replaced
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.

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Sacred ground.
Oh, we had found
Sacred ground
I'll burnt down.

I thought you sang
So tastefully
But now I 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 see
I was wrong.
Your serenade
Turns to filth when I leave
So, please,
Cut the love song.

I tought 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