untouchable

• rialto'nun güzel bir şarkısı.
  
  if you were an angel
  i would cut off your wings
  to keep you with me
  i would do anything
  like broken bottles that slip
  from drunken hands
  i’ve watched my star falling
  and shatter on the ground
  first you wash your hair
  then you wash your hands
  oh yeah, i think i understand...
  
  untouchable
  if i’m not fit to even crawl
  if i’m too sick
  i’ll soak my skin in alcohol
  until i feel untouchable.
  
  i blew my chances
  as you blow-dried your hair;
  i thought of my answers
  as you walked down the stairs
  d’you think i’d defile you
  if you were to get too close
  d’you think i’d infect you?
  i’d give you a dose?
  
  first you wash your hair
  then you wash your hands;
  oh yeah, i think i understand...
  
  i’ll drink until my skin is full
  and i will be untouchable...
  
  untouchable,
  if i’m not fit to even crawl
  if i’m too sick,
  i’ll soak my skin in alcohol,
  and i will feel untouchable.
  
  untouchable,
  untouchable,
  untouchable,
  untouchable...