Cold Hands

Composed by：Brett Anderson/Neil Codling

Produced by：Alan Moulder

The playgrounds are empty

The wind it is still

I follow you up to the foot of the hill

My life is the hands of a child

The hands of a child

Put your cold hands on me

Take a spin of the wheel

I'll follow I'll follow you down

With your cold hands on me

I'm a hare in the cat's eyes

A hare in the cat's eyes

I kicked at the chalk

Under vermillion skies

I said I don't wanna play these games

But I followed you and I

And now I want to curl up and die

I'll curl up and die

With your cold hands on me

With a spin of the wheel

I'll follow I'll follow you down

Put your cold hands on me

I'm a hare in the cat's eyes

A hare in the cat's eyes

Put your cold hands on me

Take a spin of the wheel

I'll follow I'll follow you down

With your cold hands on me

I'm a hare in the cat's eyes

Now see how a hare dies