sensitive   your voice, your face your hair is everywhere  today my dreams turned into nightmares  in time, i hate to say it, gentlemen  there'll be nothing wonderful here  there'll be nothing left to fear    all the people see me as a fool  all the people say that it's because of you  all the people like to think they care  if you'd shake their hands and stab them  maybe they'd become sensitive    now my life i've spent inside this jealousy  it seemed so easy  i could have your beauty for free  when time decides to take this pain away  we'll find our freedom again  we're still gentlemen    all the people see me as a fool  all the people say that it's because of you  all the people like to think they care  if you'd shake their hands and stab them  maybe they'd become sensitive