Hands Of Gold - Delain

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

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

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 cold

Yet each man kills the thing he loves

By each let this be told

Closer, closer to the edge

Closer to experience

All of life and all of death

Oh I’m falling

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