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Steven Dale Jones/Billy Henderson
Speaking of the devil
Look who just walked in
He knows just where to find me
Here we go again
I can tell he's gonna ask me to dance
But that's not as far as he wants to go
I need ten thousand angels to help me tell him no
Lead me not into temptation
Heaven help me to be strong
I can fight all that I'm feeling
But I can't do it alone
Help me break this spell that I'm under
Guide my feet and hold me tight
I need ten thousand angels watching over me tonight
It's time to face my weakness
Look him in the e
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Feel insanity tonight, lost with one long cry,
try to break the loneliness, no succesful try,
Heard that cry a thousand times, did not see the light,
I didn't know him demanding, one last fatal try.
Now I understand his lonely cry...
Chorus:
I heard him cry,
I heard him cry but I didn't know
I heard him cry, I heard him cry...
Missed to say good bye that night,
haunted by his cry,
I never knew the reason why,
I guess I just thought of "I".
Words were drowned by rain of tears,
didn't know what he said,
I try to recall the happy year
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Do your damned, devil and deep blue sea
Take my hand we'll forget who we are,
Be my strength, weakness too,
Do your damned, how could I hurt you now
I've got to be where you are
Breathing you skin, your hair
Lying awake while you sleep
Closing the distance you keep,
I'm moving closer to you
there's nothing I wouldn't do
it's gone beyond being a
drop in the ocean.
Dancing our lives away
Moving my heart this way
Secrets are safe with me and
you are, you are
Do your damned, devil and deep blue sea
Take my hand we'll forget who we are,
I dare t
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Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Blazing laser beams
All...
These...
Stars....
My thoughts are trivial pursuits
My heart's a bomb that's been defused
What now?
There's no more use for me
I'm wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just defeat me
Numbness is effortless
I could get used to this
Driving through Vermont
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My conscience was my crutch
For a heightened e
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