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