Cold Hands

The playgrounds are empty The wind it is still I follow you up to the foot of the hill My life is the hands of a child The hands of a child Put your cold hands on me Take a spin of the wheel I'll follow, I'll follow you down With your cold hands on me I'm a hare in the cat's eyes A hare in the cat's eyes I kicked at the chalk Under vermillion skies I said "I don't wanna play these games" But I followed you and I And now I want to curl up and die I'll curl up and die With your cold hands on me With a spin of the wheel I'll follow, I'll follow you down Put your cold hands on me I'm a hare in the cat's eyes A hare in the cat's eyes Put your cold hands on me Take a spin of the wheel I'll follow, I'll follow you down With your cold hands on me I'm a hare in the cat's eyes Now see how a hare dies