Hands Of Gold [Live]

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
And all of death
Oh I'm falling
Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And out of breath
Oh I'm falling down

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
And all of death
Oh I'm falling
Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And out of breath
Oh I'm falling down

I'm falling
Oh I'm falling down

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 old
Yet each man kills the thing be 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
Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And all of death
Oh I'm falling
Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And out of breath
Oh I am falling down