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      ``-,,-``-,,[:+:¿é§§¡ª:+:£ª±ºu®:+:],,-``-,,-``