The Man With The Cut-Glass Heart

My mesmerizing hands go swimming in the boiling water. I

wish I could control them, but they're instruments of

torture. And when I touch you there, I know it cuts you

like a knife. But I am far away, my dear. But you'll

survive.

My hypnotizing eyes go searching in the secret places. I

try my best to look away. They find the spaces where you

hide out when you're petrified. But I am far away, my

love. But you'll survive.

My uncertain cripple soul goes floating in the wrong

direction. I wish I could command it to stand proudly to

attention. But it bounces and it flails, and there seems

no reason why. Cos I am far away, my dear. But I'll

survive.

It bounces and it flails, and I see no reason why. I am

far away, my love, but I'll survive.

It bounces and I flail, and there seems no reason why.

Cos I am far away, my dear, but we'll survive.