All your fingers are strings All your fingers are strings Of your sick and sick, sick philarmonic body The break beat of your heart is made to make art The break beat of your heart is made to make art
We'll see each other again We'll see each other again All your fingers are so strange When you put them on my back We'll see each other again We'll see each other again
The break beat of your heart is made to make art(X8)
We'll see each other again We'll see each other again All your fingers are so strange When you put them on my back We'l