With her cold hands
She had me dance on broken glass
With her cold hands
She had me counting blades of grass
With her cold hands
Through hoops of fire down the hole
With her cold hands
She closed the curtains of my souls
With her cold hands
With her cold hands
With her cold hands
cold hands cold hands
With her cold hands
She got me standing on my knees
With her cold hands
She had me begging oh baby please
With her cold hands
She held my head underwater
With her cold hands
She had me fall in love with her
With her cold hands
With her cold hands
With her cold hands
cold hands cold hands
She had me convinced
I'm going insane
With a heart made of ice
And a fistful of rain
I don't want to be your rock
And you ain't a fucking kite
We were dancing in the dark
now I'm turning on the light
The great Cat Temper does it again! 10 more synthpop bangers with titles like “Growls on Film” and “Electric Pawpurrella.” Instant classic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 11, 2023