Hands of Gold (Live)

Blood-red and sweet

Mouthful of wine

I savour it

And taste the freedom on your lips

And heaven knows I tried

To steer away

Delicious danger made me stay

Now I'm closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

And all of death

Oh, I'm falling closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

And out of breath

Oh, I'm falling

Blood

Blood-red and wine

Spill in excess

Stick to our hands

And in its rush we both shall rest

And pain nor fear can break this bond, our chain

Together for our crimes we'll pay

Now I'm closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

And all of death

Oh, I'm falling closer

Closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

And out of breath

Oh, I'm falling down

I am falling

Oh, I'm falling down

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Some kill their love when they are young

And some when they are old

Some strangle with the hands of lust

Some with the hands of gold

The kindest use a knife because

The dead so soon grow old

Yet, each man kills the thing be loves

By each let this be told

Closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

All of life and all of death

Oh, I'm falling

Closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

And all of death

Oh, I'm falling

Closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

And all of death

Oh, I'm falling down