I'm so uncool that my fingers almost burn   they've been known to strip the skin like the sun   come and touch me, brave heart, with your velvet skin   you're playing games with me you'll never win   you spill tempting lies, silver, like fishes on the sand   and tell me that heaven lies in the smallest touch of your hand   and I'm almost believing you      you're playing games with me and you will lose   you drape mystery lightly, like gauze around your head   and capture the midday sun in your eyes   the sweetness in your face, it lies so easily   if I believed in you, I'd lose me   I'll eat you alive, oh, and you can hardly wait   but I know that your fate holds you   with a surer touch than I ever could, or ever wanted to   believe me we're on our own   and it's just you