Pale Hands Songtext
von Grieved

She gets around the locks with her pale hands
Whispering things next to my bed
I can′t help it but those celestial eyes
Are too fine to feel any fright This night is only skin-deep
This night is everything else but real
The great relief when no reality remains

How could it take me so many years to percieve?
That there's no reason to be scared
If I sleep, will you visit me again?
I could kill for you to visit me again
Let′s pretend this is only in my head
Let's pretend this is more than imaginings