Every slow day, a sacred medicine
I am not ill, I only feel a little pain
But every dark night, a cup full of venom
I am not ill, but I could be better
Two cold hands...
Two cold hands on my body
Not yours, they're mine
Two cold hands on my body
I feel them burning
Every slow day a pill for the pain
I am not ill and I don't want to be
But every dark night a poisonous medicine
I am not ill, but I should be better
Two cold hands...
Two cold hands on my body
Not yours, they're mine
Two cold hands on my body
I feel them burning