Powderfinger - Living Type lyrics

And you'll be there to break my fall To rea**ure my doubts and faults And all your fables will ring true They are the lies you lean on too There's love on your breath I'd better not say About the blood on your hands You hold the future in your hands And sullen eyes soothe and command A graceful mouth your deadly tool Too bad the truth has fallen through There's love on your breath I'd better not say About the blood on your hands The incarnation of a Christ Manipulation There's love on your breath I'd better not say About the blood on your hands The cross on your head What does that say About the blood on your hands