Producer: Merchant Natalie
Music: Natalie Merchant
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
'Cause I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
The fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no, I don't need them
I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow-dying flower
Frost-killing hour
Sweet turning sour
And untouchable
Oh I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh I need these
I need a lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh I need these
I'm a slow-dying flower
Frost-killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh I need these
I need a lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet love of my life
Oh I need these
Well, is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving
Better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
You kiss me now
You catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this
Audio Engineer: Todd Vos
Acoustic Guitar: Craig Ross
Mixing Assistant: Mike Scotella
Drums: Peter Yanowitz
Bass Guitar: Jay Brunga
Mastering Engineer: Bob Ludwig
Piano: Natalie Merchant
Vocals: Merchant Natalie
Cello: Michelle Kinney
Mixing Engineer: Jim Scott