Well, you sweet talk like an angel. But youre driving this blind. But dont you sweet talk like an angel tonight. . Well, you sweet talk like an angel.
Jesus Christ. When your back's against the wall. It's sure hard to be grateful. When you've nothing here at all. . You say that hell's below us, Lord.
Sweet Lord, I know. I hate this lonely life so. Lord, I know. Time goes slow. . I feel so alone. Sweet Lord. Sweet Lord, is this my fate. To live my life in this state?.
Don't hold me close. You're not the one. That I can most. Rely upon. . But I'll be here. When you are done. And maybe time. Will just make. A sweetheart of you.
Think I'll drink myself into a coma. And I'll take every way out I can find. But morphine, codeine, whiskey, they won't alter. The way I feel the way now death is not around.