If I loved you, life would be easy. There'd be no truth that I'd be scared of. I could walk through every valley. And you'd light me with all of your love.
I got, I got my eye on you. I heard what you've been saying. These rumors you spread round. They burn me down like flames, yeah. We used to be friends, but that ain't true now.
In a country house with the windows lit by burning wicks. And the walls held up by wood and bricks and ghosts that wander through. An old man died, but the help won't come till Monday next.