The story started long ago

In this scar or that scar

It made its way through broken skin

To fingertips sinking in to flesh that I would never touch

When saying prayers meant as much as taking lives and hearts

At night I see you rising up



When morning comes I'll be alone

With hazy pictures of a night that came before

Before you and I were stained and purity was so far away that I cannot remember innocence



Touched the lips

Slipped away

At night remember this

We are the thieves

To turn you on and over

On and over

Black as night

Such a thrill

And reaching out to kill

We are the thieves

To turn you on and on again



The touch was perfect

Eyes were fixed on curves like snow flowing in and under arms to hold 

And carry secrets kept and kept untold to any other soul

They'll never know

Just close your eyes and sense of right or wrong

Its wrong

Its wrong

But you can't turn back now



When morning comes I'll be alone

With hazy pictures of a night that came before

Before you and I were stained and purity was so far away that I cannot remember innocence



Touched the lips

Slipped away

At night remember this

We are the thieves

To turn you on and over

On and over

Black as night

Such a thrill

And reaching out to kill

We are the thieves

To turn you on and on again