Hot Little Hand

Rottweilers howl for us in the distances we go walking
Through the snow across the clear blue sky
And in the gardens of the big house inside the castle wall
Huge roses bloom like drops of blood in the snow
And I hold on tight
To your hot little hand
And I hold on tight
To your hot little hand
And I hold on tight
To your hot little hand
Here I am
You say «David, don’t the glimmers of the past
Grow fainter and fainter?»
You say «David, don’t the future look brighter and brighter?»
Well yeah, I’m slowly changing
Now I float with the tides
I will fill up my lungs with you and float
And I hold on tight
To your hot little hand
And I hold on tight
To your hot little hand
And I hold on tight
To your hot little hand
Here I am