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Albums:

Horse of a Different Color: The Jules Shear Collection (1976-1989) (Jules Shear) · Midas Touch: Very Best of the Hollies (The Hollies) · The Touch of Your Lips (Chet Baker) · The Power of Touch (Joe Byrd) · Touch of Class (Gregory Isaacs) · Come Touch Me (Bobby Valentino) · Touch My Soul: 2000, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Touch and Go (The Force M.D.'s) · Touch (Laura Branigan) · Don't Touch My 45's: Great Lost Singles of the 80's (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


getting messier
I’d do anything for sleep
But I can think of far better ways to waste your energy
If you can bare to still touch me

One by one skin
clutchin' her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where
clutchin' her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where
clutchin' her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where
You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue
Did your string come undone
One by one
One by one
It comes to us all
It's
You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue
Did your string come undone
One by one
One by one
It comes to us all
It's
clutching her poor frozen shears 
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand 
And watered with all her young tears 

There must be a Heaven where
The path you tread is narrow 
And the drop is shear and very high 
The ravens all are watching 
From a vantage point nearby 
Apprehension
shears.
      
      Amidst all the blossoms 
      She had fashioned by hand 
      And watered with all her young tears.
 
      There must be
When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in
artificial flowers
Fashions from Annie's despair

With paper and shears, with some wire and wax
She made up each tulip and mum
As snowflakes drifted into her
on,
Body and soul aflame to live,
Giving my all and then be gone

Have done with moaning, idiot heart
If it so be that love has wings,
I with my shears
murder at your every footstep
a childs toy sudden death
sniper blazes you through your knees
falling down can you feel the heat
burn
ambushed by
Hey everybody, I'm doing alright
I'm driving around in the middle of the night on a silver cloud
You can touch me if you want, it's obligatory,
the violence

I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best
But I'll
gain your last dishonour, burst the sound of sorrow

[Chorus]
Chosen victims, call suicide
My dimensions, commence to arise
Killing by shears, fills my
lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight

Come here
Kiss me
Now
Come here
Kiss me
Now

Death is
lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight

Come here
Kiss me
Now
Come here
Kiss me
Now

Death is
lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight

Come here
Kiss me
Now
Come here
Kiss me
Now

Death is
The Mi-the Mi-the Midas touch-touch-touch-touch

Touch-touch
Touch-touch
Touch-touch
Touch-touch

You say you're going through changes
Every
The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
Apprehension creeping like
lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight 
Come here
Kiss me
Now
Come here
Kiss me
Now 
Death is
laid out like you're dead, because honey, you're murdering me. Be a little sheep learning who'll shear and who'll feed. The hands come and they leave. Be
I can tell by the look in your eyes
That you like what you see
I can tell by the touch of your hand
That you've got what I need

Baby there's no
might slice like shears

[Hook]
I'm your host to the roller coaster

[Mad Child]
The penalty is execution
Suffer consequences 
Intense as a prison