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 hands on our head
And made them spin
I wanna be your man
If you think I care
I wanna 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
I wanna be your man
If you think I care
I wanna be your man
Your man, lord
I wanna be your man
If you think I care
I wanna be your man
Your man, lord
I wanna be your man
If you think I care
I wanna be your man
Your man, lord
