Alesana The Artist ( Live in BVTV)

What is wrong with her eyes A glossy stare that won t leave me be starts my blood running cold. A gaze that could make hell freeze I have to understand she s gone. But she s not Don t you tell me she is dead. Watch her lips softly move because she s still whispering to me And something here is not quite Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes. But I cannot stand to turn away. When I do, she ll be It s Sweaty hands will fail to l