Claire Hale Lyrics

Cold hands

I couldn't stop them

From pushing my problems onto you

Old friends

Empathy medicine

I couldn't cop that, your abuse

Artist paints the picture

Perspective proves their pain

But the subject is left there wondering

What it is they've gained

Their vision is obscured, ergo

Work too fast you'll break ego

Work too fast you'll break a toe

Their true selves are erased

Easel scarred their face

By glycerin flames

Glycerin flames

Cold hands

I couldn't stop them

From choking a god damned soul abused

Old friends

Empathy medicine

I couldn't cop that, that from you

The perfect design

You had in your mind

Had in your mind

But you couldn't bind

The canvas in time

Had to unwind

(The) fates intertwined

Not as divine

As once in your mind

Blind are the eyes

That deny, deny, deny

I'm cold

So cold

Cold hands

I couldn't stop them

From pushing my problems onto you

Old friends

Empathy medicine

I couldn't cop that, that from you