On My Hands - Hugh Coltman

Come to me my love

Come into my parlor

Come inside my love

I’m afraid of the things i just can’t stand

I’m afraid of the blood that’s On My Hands

Come to me my love

Lips so dry and hungry

Come and we can run

I’m afraid of the blood that’s On My Hands

Come to me down low

When you’re here, I will feel so lonely

Come to me, and come down from your dreams

I will learn to forget you

I’m afraid of the things my hands have done

Sorry my love

I’m sorry my love

I’m sorry (x3)

Papapapapapaaaaaapapa

Aaaaaaah …