You
are still fighting ghosts from a lullaby in the darkness of the hotel room very late at night
the god-fearing devil you've got inside your head is struggling with you in bed
you're checklisting the things you said
scouring points as if you just had been misled
the god-fearing devil is whispering in your head an empty glass of liquor in his hand
I still love you the same old stupid way I do anything so I couldn't make you stay
close this in a suitcase just beside a door the lay-about skin coat lying on the floor
if time just stood still for a minute or two time to say terrible things like I love you
the heart drinking the smoke the high life you broke a soft heart and cut it with knife
the god-fearing devil is staring down at you and you're too frightened to make the last move
I still love you the same old stupid way I do anything so I couldn't make you stay
the god-fearing devil is staring down at you and you're too frightened to make the last move
the god-fearing devil is staring down at you and you're too frightened to make the last move
the god-fearing devil is staring down at you and you're too frightened to make the last move
the god-fearing devil is staring down at you and you're too frightened to make the last move
the god-fearing devil
