Sweet

Half an hour before the fire dies low
High above the trees, buzzards on the breeze, they know
We done some things I'll contend with down the road
If Hell ain't really real, how is it I feel this good?
Let me stand where you once stood

My sweet Satan, we were so close
My sweet Satan, we were so close

I thought we were together all along
Crowds have gathered here, now the dust has cleared, you're gone
I'm afraid of the dawn's halo
Hiding in the night, scared of what the light might show
Where's my place beside your throne?

My sweet Satan, we were so close
My sweet Satan, we were so close
I know
Did you know?
Well I know



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Carlyle
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