We pull our strings from the one inside As the mind turns down from the thoughts we hide I'll never forget the nights when our skin became pale Oh I thought you said "take me now" or is it a tale? The freezing hand of the killing kind The loneliness of a burning mind My finest hour as it turns into anger We read what we see - danger The tearing of a lip is away to wake Drifting teardrops on my skin fill me like a lake I'll never forget the nights When our skin became pale Oh I thought you said "Take me now" or is it a tale? Resonating strings echo with desire Sparks made by friction, a light from a fire Doors are closed and winds blow higher Faith becomes a liar Sometimes I believe what you get is what you give