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 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
I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, lord
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yеah, yeah
I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to bе 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
Yeah
