"I will learn to forget you"

Hugh Coltman, 'On My Hands'

Are you sorry?
Are you afraid, my love?

Come to me my love
Come into my parlor
Come inside my love
Walls are bare but it's warmer


I'm afraid of the things i just can't stand
I'm afraid of the blood that's on my hands


Come to me my love
Lips so dry and hungry
Come and we can run
All the names we bury


I'm afraid of Peter's some marching band
I'm afraid of the blood that's on my hands


Come to me down low
When you're here, I will feel so lonely
Come to me, and come down from your dreams
I will learn to forget you


I'm afraid of the things my hands have done
I'm afraid my redemption's song been sung


Sorry my love
I'm sorry my love
I'm sorry...