Dry Hand

	My hand burnt when i touched her,
	And i dreamt for a moment.
	Bury me in a box of photographs,
	A thick bleak wind across
	My
	Your face is so slick slick slick
	I cut my fingers on your edges
	It's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel
	'when people mistake revenge for love, honey,
	This ain't my father's hand.
	Honey, this ain't my father's hand.
	Baby, you're so slick,
	You're a slick image,
	Little girl,
	Slick slick slick'
	My hand dries in the wind now
	(thick thick thick)
	And it is burnt
	(black black black)
	But for a moment it was red
	(and slick slick slick)

	My hand burnt when i touched her,
	And i dreamt for a moment.
	Bury me in a box of photographs,
	A thick bleak wind across
	My
	Your face is so slick slick slick
	I cut my fingers on your edges
	It' s so cruel, it burns, it' s so cruel
	' when people mistake revenge for love, honey,
	This ain' t my father' s hand.
	Honey, this ain' t my father' s hand.
	Baby, you' re so slick,
	You' re a slick image,
	Little girl,
	Slick slick slick'
	My hand dries in the wind now
	thick thick thick
	And it is burnt
	black black black
	But for a moment it was red
	and slick slick slick