The Needle & the Hand Songtext
von O'Hooley & Tidow

You
You do have to be good
To read her mind, to always know
Prioritize the season′s change
From scorched to squall
A mistress of them all

You
Ultimately unsatisfactory
Despite grade A perfectionism
Idiosyncratic instructions
Prone to disruption
But rules must be obeyed

The pen hits the paper
The needle pricks the skin
Permanent reminders
That I have sinned


Undersized child, tiny eyes
The ogre's roar, panther′s paw
Coaldust ink packed under claw
Painting, scarring, staining
To brand, hinder, shape and shame
Adorn my flesh with color
Each mark, fine line and curve
Puncture my pain
It's beautilation
Controlled infliction
A part of me regenerates

I still fear the dark
I flinch at the breeze
When you're trying to stay alive
But no one′s on your side

Life
In all its brilliance
Pewter to fuchsia
Opulent, full
Not black and white, not wrong nor right
Frugal love is not real love
Generous, healing, tender love
Teaches you to be
You