You're the Lure

You were a soldier
Cradling my hand like a bird
Sideways glances
Drinking up my every word
I was a maid
Waiting in the wings for my time
Catch me by the waist
I'm sipping up your every line

Oh lord
This sword
Wants more
And It's warm outside

Now you're a killer
Painting the blood on your hands
I'm still playing
Songs that'll drive you mad
You would've waited
If you found faith in time
Anticipation
Found me on the blind side

Oh lord
You swore
Wanted more
And it's cold outside

It's hard to write it all down
Truth has a god awful sound
Waiting for you to be sure
Ghost, my dear, you're the lure

I was empty
Colder than I'd ever been



Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Founds
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