Stupid hands cold hands
My lungs of flesh, my arms end
Treat me to sympathy with a kiss
A tear to comfort the sea
The iris is spiteful hue
Mixing colors to see black
Who is the President?
Stupid hands cold hands
My lungs of flesh, my arms end
Treat me to sympathy with a kiss
A tear to comfort the sea
The iris is spiteful hue
Mixing colors to see black
Who is the President?