Shake, I said shake, they take it with every mistake
Climb and I'm bearing down over villages and towns
Wet and blown away


All the things that make you SWEAT, SWEAT
Watch as all that I touch turns to gold and stains

Count by the tip of my tongue and the face of my foot
Wet and fingers free


All the things that make you BLEED, BLEED

Want, by the brush of my cheek and a rushing heartbeat

When I leave, all the things that make you WEAK, WEAK