Well, I don't think I'd walk from Hell
The pain is worse with a lover
If fire burns I just can't tell
I sold my soul to the slaughter
I don't think you understand
The way I feel inside
Stare into this wishing well
The choice is yours and mine
I raise my head and I can smell
The lavender scent of your covers
But then I'd wake and find myself
Bleeding lead on the gutter
I don't think you understand
The way I feel inside
Stare into this wishing well
The choice is yours and mine
All I'm left with now
Are tiny distant specks of light
We'll walk the night together
Your hands in mine
Flesh still burns but I'm well
Pain is just a state of mind
The more I hate, the less I can tell
If blades are made to cut... how can you hurt without a touch?
I don't think you understand
The way I feel inside
Stare into this wishing well
The choice is yours and mine
All I'm left with now
Are tiny distant specks of light
We'll walk the night together
Your hands in mine