Living Type Lyrics - Double Allergic - Powderfinger

And you'll be there to break my fall 

To reassure my doubts and faults 

And all your fables will ring true 

They are the lies you lean on too 

There's love on your breath 

I'd better not say 

About the blood on your hands 

You hold the future in your hands 

And sullen eyes soothe and command 

A graceful mouth, your deadly tool 

Too bad the truth has fallen through 

There's love on your breath 

I'd better not say 

About the blood on your hands 

The incarnation of a Christ 

Manipulation 

There's love on your breath 

I'd better not say 

About the blood on your hands 

The cross on your head 

What does that say 

About the blood on your hands?