Wicked Ways
I can’t get to sleep, my dear
I think there’s something wrong
But can’t you hear the demons creep
And can’t you hear their song?
I guess my soul is trouble
But I just can’t redeem
Tomorrow won’t you tell me it’s a dream?
Tomorrow won’t you tell me it’s a dream?
I can’t put the bottles down
I guess there’s something wrong
Can’t you hear the Sirens
And the way they sing their song?
Well I guess that I was born
To sing the way I feel
Tomorrow won’t you tell me if it’s real?
Tomorrow won’t you tell me if it’s real?
If you need a broken man
A drunken, sinking ship
Someone to drown your love
All your hopes and dreams with it
I’m happy to comply
The ocean’s where I stand
My feet’ll never find me on dry land
My feet’ll never find me on dry land
I guess that I was born
To set my heart ablaze
And wander in my Muse’s wicked ways
The only way I know to spend my days
I wander in my Muse’s wicked ways
Oh, I’ll wander in my Muse’s wicked ways