See you coming with your sister,
See her skin her hands are blistered,
Tongue so tied she speaks in whispers

And it feels like something, something good,
And it feels just like, just like it should
Just like it should

This should be a time for grieving,
Help me God my heart is bleeding,
Please don’t touch me when I’m screaming

And it feels like something, something good,
And it feels just like, just like it should
Just like it should

Hey boy let me look at your hands
Let me look at your face
Let me look at your inside

Hey boy let me look at your hands
Let me look at your face
Let me look at your
Inside, inside, inside

And it feels like something, something good,
And it feels just like, just like it should
Just like it should
Just like it should
Just like it should
Ah, ah, ah