Hand-made

Your sting-red full stops my skin

Dotted, scratch, scratch, now I’m bleeding

Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings

Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin

There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me

And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet

And hold me tight and I’ll sink in

I’m absorbed in your thinking

But you don’t know

You

But you don’t know

You

Your sting-red full stops my skin

Dotted, scratch, scratch, now I’m bleeding

Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings

For you

For you