Charlotte Gainsbourg - Master's Hand

Hold my head up, right foot back Take my hands down, shake my back Pull my strings and cut my rope Rattle my frame and shatter my ghost And if I can't get back in line They're gonna break me down Till the broad daylight comes through Breathe out, come alive Give me a reason to feel Take my eyes and paint my bones Drill my brain all full of holes And patch it up before it leaks These memories come two by three And if I catch these master's hands Could I spend my days on a discount revelry Breathe out, come alive Give me a reason to feel