Melted candles on the window sill

Perfume in the haze

Ashtrays spread across the floorOn 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 want to be your man

If you think I cared

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

Yeah

I want to be your man

If you think I cared

I want to be

Your man

Your man, lord

Yeaahhh

Yeah!

I want to be your man

If you think I cared

I want to be

Your man

Your man, lord

I want to be your man

If you think I cared

I want to be

Your man

Your man, lord