Paint

I've got a hot chilly feeling I don't understand I've got to run through this minute like a hurricane I've got to tighten my wire from the sense to the soul I find my back to the wall when it's time to go I've got to know is that your heartbeat? Pain

Well, you paint with the blood from your veins Angel with no wings, well, you come upon Stars will recover your arms A little more tomorrow Well, you said that it felt so right First time it shot, it shot like burning light Paint with the blood from