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
  I want to be your man
  If you think I cared
  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