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