I'm letting hints escape like inmates on leave
You wet the drops of tension that hung between us
You traced my veins with curious fingertips
Your nerves bit back with a tremor on the train tracks

But don't be scared of heights
because you're stronger than the fall

Glimmer through your old witch windows
and say 'How can you touch me?'

Silhouettes enthralled with the arch of your back
Black curtain curl and cloak from my eyes

But don't be scared of heights
because you're stronger than the fall

Glimmer through your old witch windows
and say, 'How can you touch me?'

How old do I look to you?
I feel like a prison of abuse
What is the price to lift your wings?
How old do I look to you?
I feel like a prison of abuse
What does it take to fix your wings?

Do you like the taste of suffering?