Bete Noire

Speak gently to me I know that it's late Speak gently to me I'm not yet awake I know you're leaving It's not like you to stay Your touch just like knives I'm craving, I'm craving Your touch Just like fire It's burning, burning everything It's cold where you lay Before you awake A big empty space That I can't replace Your touch just like knives I'm craving, I'm craving Your touch Just like fire It's burning, burning everything And I can't sleep With this ghost Still haunting me Please excuse me I might fail you Like I did me Just like knives Digging in my skin Plunging deep within But I won't even flinch Just like knives Digging in my skin Plunging deep within But I won't even flinch Just like knives Just like knives