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 hand on our head    And made them spin,Yeah       I want to be your man    If you think I care    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    Man,Yeah