Lyrics

Stain

Ben Connelly
c1999 BMI
Rosalind Hind Songs
612-821-8736
benconnelly@earthlink.net

The pleasure fades when it commands.
Pleasure has its own demands.
It?s all running off her hands,
Stains as red as wine
running off her hands?
Cold water, cold, cold water,

when she?s gone
Stain, Stain,
Running off her fingertips like rain,
Stain, stain,
a soul is running down a drain.

Now she?s gone, am I to blame?
Just blood, and tears, and sheets, and shame
It?s all running off her hands,
Stains as red as wine
running off her hands?
Cold water, cold, cold water,

when she?s gone
Stain, Stain,
Running off her fingertips like rain,
Stain, stain,
a soul is running down a drain.