Paroles de Felchette

she came on a velvet caress a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist and when the shortness of breath meets the bloody red kiss we'll pull off on an unlit street and in the shadows where the murderers meet we'll dance the tangle, in the dark we'll do the tryst. she came on with a velvet caress a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist and we're counting all the scars to find the places we missed. in the silence it's swift and sharp and with a word she leaves her mark when the tip of her cold dart finds the sin inside my heart. i keep execpting just to wake up but as usual i'm a mess.