Shã©a Lyrics - Scheer

See you coming with your sister, 

See her skin her hands are blistered, 

Tongue so tied she speaks in whispers. 

And it feels like something, something good, 

And it feels just like, just like it should. 

Just like it should. 

This should be a time for grieving, 

Help me god my heart is bleeding, 

Please don't touch me when I'm screaming 

And it feels like something, something good, 

And it feels just like, just like it should. 

Just like it should. 

Hey boy let me look at your hands 

Let me look at your face 

Let me look at your inside 

Hey boy let me look at your hands 

Let me look at your face 

Let me look at your 

Inside, inside, inside 

And it feels like something, something good, 

And it feels just like, just like it should. 

Just like it should. 

Just like it should. 

Just like it should. 

Ah, ah, ah.