Hugh Coltman On My Hands
Come to me my love, come into my parlor
Come inside my love, walls are bare but it's warmer
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, your lips so dry and hungry
Come and we can run
Among the names we bury
I'm afraid of some Peter's marching band (?!)
I'm afraid of the blood that's on my hands
Come to me, down low
When you're here, I would feel so lonely
Come to me and come down from your tree
Cause I will learn to forget you
I'm afraid of the things my hands have done
I'm afraid my redemption's song's been sung
I'm sorry my love....