i am a desperate love always am needing it i wish the hand of god would come and relieve me of this way i cant touch anyone to touch without feeling somehow is always wronged to those who receive me in this way come bring your sons and let them see come and lay them down in front of me i cant do anyone right i used to be somehow better some are just born to night some wear the scarlet letter i wish the hand of god would cover the faces and cover the traces of lovers lost i wear the colors of babylon into a world dressed as the girl i know is gone i was true i sang violins touched and the like so slowly the soft singing will leave you in time look through me now see violence replaces the light i wish the hand of god would cover the faces and cover the traces of lovers lost i wear the colors of babylon into a world dressed as the girl i know is gone