Hand-made

Your sting-red full stops my skin
Dotted, scratch, scratch, now I’m bleeding
Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings

Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin

There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me
And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet
And hold me tight and I’ll sink in
I’m absorbed in your thinking

But you don’t know
You
But you don’t know
You

Your sting-red full stops my skin
Dotted, scratch, scratch, now I’m bleeding
Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings

For you
For you