Watch the mirror You know you're going to need it Touch the cold air You know you're going to feel it. Now you're seeing me move all of my fingers See me holding up my hand in the faltering strip light.
Turn my arm, touch the cold air
Touching everything i want to hold Black on my skin It's sheer and cold. Feel a thousand pins all over my thumb Twenty-seven bones as i turn my arm.
Touch the cold air Turn, turn my arm Touch the cold air Turn my arm.
