Hands Of Gold

Blood-red and sweet Mouthful of wine I savour it And taste the freedom On your lips And heaven knows I tried To steer away Delicious danger Made me stay

Now I'm closer Closer to the edge Closer to experience all of life and all of death Oh I'm falling Closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience Into love and out of breath I am falling

Blood, red and sweet Spill in excess Stick to our hands And in its rush we both shall rest And pain nor fear Can break This bond, our chain Together for our crimes We'll pay

Some kill their love when they are young And some when they are old Some strangle with the Hands of Lust Some with Hands of Gold

The kindest use a knife because The dead so soon grow old Yet each man kills the thing be loves By each let this be told