Vice'd

Light my way home
My boots are worn through and I'm soaked to the bone with snow
O, how the tables turn

So lady, light my way home
My boots are worn through and I'm soaked to the bone with snow
Drag me through town in the stillness of night
In the wet winter streets I'll drown

You gave me your hand and the keys to your treasure
What my frostbitten fingers stole from you
These hands that you trusted just fed seven vices
And a mild psychosis
Instead of golden sun

So lady, light my way home
My boots are worn through and I'm soaked to the bone with snow
Drag me through town in the stillness of night
In the wet winter streets I'll drown
Help me get home
There's no holes left to hide and they don't like me drinking alone
These vices have won
My boots are worn through but your sole-mending days are done
O, how the tables turn



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Blackman
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