Hayward Williams Devil's Lament
tear drops fall, just to boil on my fingers and the touch of my skin oh how it stings her and I've done all I can do
hands pressed tight together to form a steeple and I can't describe how it feels inside of this needle well my plans fell through, and as for you you're going to heaven. there's nothing I can do
words fall short, just to break on your pillow yes and all my advances they'll just dance right out the window and I've done all I can do
and the saints will all come through to cast their decision yes and how could this love even replace your religion well my plans fell through, and as for you you're going to heaven. there's nothing I can do
you're going to heaven. theres nothing I can do
