You are my gallows.
You are my sin.
From the first time I let you in.
I remember the time we almost touched.
In the moment, a quiver,
I knew you too much.
The taste of your skin or
the nape of your neck,
I will never, never forget.
I'll be your scapegoat
who hangs from a tree.
Dangling so we can be free -
you after me.
You are my gallows.
You are my sin.
From the first time I let you in.
I remember the first time we touched.
In the moment, a quiver,
you knew me too much.
You are my sin.
From the first time I let you in.
I remember the time we almost touched.
In the moment, a quiver,
I knew you too much.
The taste of your skin or
the nape of your neck,
I will never, never forget.
I'll be your scapegoat
who hangs from a tree.
Dangling so we can be free -
you after me.
You are my gallows.
You are my sin.
From the first time I let you in.
I remember the first time we touched.
In the moment, a quiver,
you knew me too much.