I hate the sound, of every object  Of everything she could have touched,   ( Of everything she could have touched )  But I keep them anyway, Oh please help me out  Please help me out ladies and gentlemen !    I know I can touch the surface but she’s underwater  It’s kinda strange cause, the fire still burns underwater !    The day, or the night I don’t bother  It feels like a forseable murder  In wich I am no more the killer  But the Cure !    Oh David you know this is urgent  This is urgent ladies and gentlemen !    We had to find a way to understand all the moves  That she wanted me to dance  We had to find a way to kill the sound of the voice  Telling me how much you’re worth    And then I’ve burned my hopes  Pretending it was nothing more    ( Spoken part )    Ok ladies and gentlemen  If you can take something out of this  This is like a learning process  Now you can close your eyes and take a breath  Let’s pretend we’re wearing the same skin  You are holding the mike  There will be like a connection or something...    ( Back to singing )    I got something in my neck  It feels like everything she could have done  It’s cold and rough and   It reminds me the way she use to speak...    Sing the words you don’t know  As we sing the sound from the Organ     You won’t remember where you go !  And where you were !  You won’t remember where you go !  And where you were !  You !