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.