The sun bleeds to death over horizon
Oh the nights are the worst these days
It takes too many pills to control this
Then I hear your voice ringing out
Through these telephone lines again
And you say
Hey love, come home
I'll protect you
As if you control tomorrow
This sweet talking devil
That lives on my shoulder
He looks so damn fine
In his three piece red suit
And he sounds so convincing
When he tells me I'm drowning
But I know that the only thing keeping my lungs
Filled with air is you
And you say
Hey love, come home
I'll protect you
As if you controlled tomorrow
And you say
Hey love, come home
I'll protect you
As if you controlled tomorrow
And I almost believe you
I almost believe
I almost believe you
I almost believe