I walked through alleys where no preacher goes Bodies selling comfort, shaking bones for clothes She said: Kiss me rough till I forget my name But the blood on my lips whispered she came from pain With hollow hands I dig the ground Sex and blood in the lost and found If there was light, it fled from me Hollow hands, still digging deep Saw a preacher trade his cross for naked skin And a cop sell fear with a tired grin Touched her fevered body, warm like sin But her muffled crying burned right through my skin With hollow hands I dig the ground Sex and blood in the lost and found If there was light, it fled from me Hollow hands, still digging deep And every shadow knows what I've done Sin is just hunger with nowhere to run With hollow hands I dig the ground Sex and blood in the lost and found If there was light, it fled from me Hollow hands, still digging deep