Stung - Deer Tick

Lost in foreign tongues

I was stung by your velvet touch

Look to the eyes, so black

They’re so cracked, I was your last attack

If you call on me

Then I’m left to see

No, I’ll never be that man you wish I’d be

If you call on me

Then I’m left to see

No I’ll never be those things that you should see

See that boy sleeps

Upon steel beams, he’s made of dreams

You look to the eyes so black

They’re so cracked, I was your last attack

See that little man

Running with his severed hands

No he’ll never work in this town again

See that little man

He’s got the severed hands

And he’ll never work in this town again

Lost in foreign tongues

I was stung by your velvet touch