[Lyric] Cuts On Your Hands (Nadja)

The cuts on your hands tell me little
We lie curled in a ball breathe into each other
And you inflate me and I am untethered and float away

I feel the sting of the cuts on your hands
I feel the burn of the darkness of your eyes

The blisters on your skin tell me everything
Telegraph your unease your discomfort
A you burrow into into my skin and try to hide from me

I feel the sting of the cuts on your hands
I feel the burn of the darkness from your eyes