When I'm at your mercy
When I'm at your fingertips
It could rain all night on my nakedness
And I wouldn't notice a thing

Leave your little scars my dear
With your sharp words sculpture my heart

When I breathe hard on the cold glass
And my face disappears it seems;
Write your name in the wetness
And in the letters I can once more exist

And in the closeness of our breathing
I picture myself a million miles away