My hand burnt when i touched her And i dreamt for a moment Bury me in a box of photographs A thick bleak wind across My… Your face is so slick slick slick I cut my fingers on your edges It's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel… 'when people mistake revenge for love, honey This ain't my father's hand Honey, this ain't my father's hand Baby, you're so slick You're a slick image Little girl Slick slick slick…' My hand dries in the wind now (thick thick thick) And it is burnt (black black black) But for a moment it was red (and slick slick slick)