It's as clear as a photograph in my headntry to remembernopening all scars that mark my flesh and skinnsince last SeptembernnI considered an alibi for my sins at nightntry to convince younI still love you the same, I still love youn'cause you've wrapped me round your little fingernnYou've wrapped me round your little fingernnI've lost everything, I've lost everythingnit's a human conditionnmake me stare up to Christ and beg for my own lifenit's easy to see thatnI wasted all of my energy for the sake of beingnsafe from my own handsnI still cry all the same, I still cry butnyou've wrapped me round your little fingernnYou've wrapped me round your little finger