The thing that touches
The light that reaches
The cave that closes
The door the opens
The light that reaches
The thing that touches

It has a name you know.
It has a name.

I am he who wants to touch
I am he who wants the light
I am he who closes himself in a cave for you
I am he who opens each and every door for you
I want the light to reach me too
I want your touch to touch me too
I want your touch to touch me too.

I hate the night,
I hate the light,
I hate the daydreamers.

I hate the day,
I hate the play,
I hate the big teasers.

I hate that girl,
I hate the world,
But most of all,
I hate my way.

The daydreamer,
Big teaser,
Played with the daylight.

I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
I'd hurt myself,
If you were to hurt me.

I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.

I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still two at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.

Time follows no man,
Except his skin.
Man traces time back,
To where his memories begin.

I'd burn it all,
But the fool in me
Still clings onto
The most venomous of things.

The silence around me,
That left me to think straight,
Kept me in its jacket,
And I see now,
I am too late.

I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
I'd hurt myself,
If you were to hurt me.

I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.

I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still three at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.

Right wing, audience fades,
Over the hands on stage,
Show us what we cannot see,
Everyone feels you, guaranteed.

Jump up, scream our eyes,
Over the hands behind,
So forget about your sins,
Hers are coming in.

Restless Indian summer,
Imagine that she too, feels the shame.
No burdens bear
Inside black hair.

I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
If I feel down
I want you to hug me.

I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.

I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still four at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.

Give him a stick, and he'll be home.
Give him a ring, and he'll be home.
Take from him, all that he knows.
Give to you, all that he knows.

Ring him up in his velvet crushed suit.
Stick him up, with all of the loot.
Knowledge is a slowly burning rope.
Knowledge is the hero's only hope.

Though the flames may lick his feet,
The land where fire and ice may meet,
Is the land where the hot springs blow,
And the hero may rest and wait his go.

I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
I'd hate myself.

I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still five at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.

I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still six at night,
The blood on my wrist is still a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.

Daylights scatter on dawns chorus dreaming,
Dreaming of what was, and what may be,
And of how the body is the mind and soul,
Victory is the beaten mans goal.
Indigo is the morning sea.