In my mind and nailed into my heels. All the time killing what I feel. And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] turns to stone. And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] turns stone. I am fused just in case I blow out. I am glued just because I crack out. Everything I touch turns to stone. Everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated Pablo Honey (1993) In my mind and nailed into my heels All the time killing what I feel
And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] Turns to stone
And everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated] Turns stone
I am fused just in case I blow out I am glued just because I crack out
Everything I touch turns to stone Everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool] [All wrapped up and sugar coated]
In my mind. And nailed into my hands All the time Killing what I fed And everything I touch turns to stone. (all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in suger-coated) And everything I touch turns to stone. (all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in suger-coated) I am fused Just in case I blow out I am glued Just in case I crack out And everything I touch turns to stone. (all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in suger-coated) And everything I touch turns to stone. (all wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)
