The playgrounds are empty
The wind it is still
I follow you up to the foot of the hill
My life is the hands of a child
The hands of a child

Put your cold hands on me
Take a spin of the wheel
I´ll follow, I´ll follow you down
With your cold hands on me
I´m a hare in the cat´s eyes
A hare in the cat´s eyes

I kicked at the chalk
Under vermillion skies
I said "I don´t wanna play these games"
But I followed you and I
And now I want to curl up and die
I´ll curl up and die

With your cold hands on me
With a spin of the wheel
I´ll follow, I´ll follow you down

Put your cold hands on me
I´m a hare in the cat´s eyes
A hare in the cat´s eyes

Put your cold hands on me
Take a spin of the wheel
I´ll follow, I´ll follow you down
With your cold hands on me
I´m a hare in the cat´s eyes
Now see how a hare dies