Tonight is just enough for body heat and sad songs I sing for you what I wrote because you are the only one who would ever understand so my love just take my hand and we will scale the steepest hill and scream down at callous and mundane lives.
Save me from my room save me from my thoughts.

These are my hands and through them my soul translates into melodies. I use to touch your face and hair and now all I can feel is metal and wood.