Melted candles on the window sill 

Perfume in the haze 

Ashtrays spread across the floor 

On a normal day 

We lay out across the bed 

Just like we always did 

And in this house 

The devil laid his hand on our head 

And made them spin,Yeah 



I want to be your man 

If you think I care 

I want to be your man 

Your man, lord 



No more defenses 

Like no more peace of mind 

Keeping in these knives stabbing 

Spilling out your blood to me 

Man,Yeah