She lays her head down on the wheel
Laughing at the nicknames she gives to all her friends
She calls me a sinner 'cause I love to sing and steal
Oh she stole my heart and didn't make amends
She sung out of the window of the man who broke her heart
I call myself a hero but I couldn't choose a name
I asked about his reason she began to fall apart
I guess the boy just didn't feel the same
I guess that's why she's dealing with the pain
So let me hold you now
Before I have to leave again
So let me hold you now
Before I have to be in/ I'll never let you leave again
So let me hold you now
Shake off this old coward's web
I won't make the same old sweet mistakes
She told me that I looked like a wreck in my new shoes
I told her stories about all the places she had never been
She had the look of wind rushed eyes
I knew that she could never loose
His perfume drifted from her quilt, it seems
And fluttered 'round my sunken poets' dreams.
Chorus
She cut the hand of her sister
And dried the blood up with her hair
She longed the smell of the slaughter
The dead, the living and the tale
The dead, the living and the tale
She braced, hugged and pulled on my heart's desire
From the arctic moon to the hellish fire
Across boundaries, open fields, trees and the rough
She took me and she did it all for love
She took me and she did it all for love
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