Hand-Made

Your sting red-full-stops my skin
Dotted, scratch, scratch, now I’m bleeding
Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings
«Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin.»
There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me
And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet
And hold me tight and I’ll sink in
I’m absorbed in your thinking
But you don’t know
You…
But you don’t know
You…
Your sting red-full-stops my skin
Dotted, scratch, scratch, now I’m bleeding
Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings
For you…
For you…