My hands, my hands,
They are covered in blood,
And I dont, I don't understand,
What, what of love,
Love is to beautiful to be a part of this.

My hands, my hands,
They touch your skin,
And my heart, my heart,
Its paper, paper thin,
Beating, pounding in my chest.

My hands, my hands,
They ache for true romance,
And my mind, my mind,
Doesn't understand, understand,
I dont understand.

But my hands, my hands, they know the answer somehow.