Texty: Emily Wells. The Personification of Kathe Kollowitz.

Today a great wave passed over me; ate me whole and alive.
Sadness which gives no mercy and I let him in right away this time and
I accepted his warm hands as if they were my own;
wrap around my cold heart and try to get ahold.
And I accepted his warm hand around my cold little waist and hold me
cause at least it was something, yeah, you were something to me.

And what do you say to sadness, that is comes knocking?
I always let his hard ass in, just to toy with my cold little arms
and make love to me, in a way only sadness can.

Don't think I'm not thinking about all this.
Yeah, I don't even know what to say to myself these days.
And sometimes I just want to let you in.
I could give you the full tour of this hollow heart of mine.
You'd find out rather quickly that I am rather empty these days.
And sometimes I just want to let you love me;
you could take on that great big feat.
Then maybe you'd realize yeah maybe you'd realize that
sometimes I just want to fuck you and leave you begging me for mercy.

And what do you say to sadness, that is comes knocking?
I always let his hard ass in just to toy with my cold little arms
and make love to me, in a way only sadness can.
And what do you say to sadness, that is comes knocking?
I always let her hard ass in just to toy with my cold little arms
and make love to me, in a way only sadness can...