She turns, she burns,
  she feels concealed
  by someone that she doesn't know.
  She hopes some day he'll find his way
  into these tears that she weeps.
  
  She knows she gave,
  she feels enslaved
  by what she gave too easily.
  She hopes in time,
  she waits in line
  for all these things that make her real.
  
  I feel she woke up,
  feel she's had enough.
  Feel it's time;
  she opened up her eyes.
  
  I feel she woke up,
  feel she's had enough.
  Feel it's time;
  she opened up her eyes.
  
  She holds the cold,
  she feels so fooled
  by all these pain she has revealed.
  She hopes, she cries,
  she holds inside
  all these things that make her real.
  
  I feel she woke up...
  
  She screams
  Put your hands on me, put your hands on me,
  put your hands on; I need to feel your touch.
  Put your hands on me, put your hands on me,
  put your hands on; I need to feel your touch.
  
  I feel she woke up....
  
  I feel she's got to open up her eyes.
  I feel she's got to open up her eyes.
  
  Put your hands on me.