Hands Of Gold (live) Songtext

Oh I'm falling
Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And out of breath
I am falling down

Blood-red and velvet
Spill in excess
Stick to our hands
And in its rush we both shall rest
And pain nor fear can break
This bond, our chain
Together for our crimes
We'll pay

Now I'm closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And all of death
Oh I'm falling
Closer, closer to the edge Closer to experience
And out of breath
I am falling down

Make some noise for George Oosthoek!

I am falling
Ooh, I'm falling down

Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of lust
Some with hands of gold
The kindest use a knife because
The dead so soon grow cold
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be told

Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
All of life and all of death
Oh I'm falling

Now I'm closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And all of death
Oh I'm falling
Closer, closer to the edge
Closer to experience
And out of breath
I am falling down

Thank you all! Give it up for George Oosthoek!