cold hands

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"