Shade Of The Hand Of Fear

Wait a minute mister

I think it might be best

Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest the slightest bit of interest

I should come with a warning



See the majority of my life I've been in rare form

You know a couple of steps below the norm

But I'd empty the pockets of the jeans I've worn tonight

If you'll forget yourself until the morning



Cause I'm thinking I could kiss you the warmest of all your breathing days

You don't have to kiss me back

I just need to be sure I remember the way

It could make me comfortable



See I haven't slept for going on five hundred years

And hide me 'neath the shade of the hand of fear

And don't be confused the way I look is merely

A nack for finding dark corners



Ask my friends cause they all think they know

Least it seemed from the last letter that he wrote

That I just can't calm down this hot-blooded music in my throat

And in comparison it made him boring



Still I'm thinking I could love you

The sweetest of all your breathing days

You don't have to give it back

I just need to be sure I remember the way

It could make me comfortable



So wait a minute mister

I think it might be best

Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest

The slightest bit of interest



I should come with a warning