Healing time, feeling the feeling.
And little thoughts of you, hang from the ceiling.
Underneath Youre Arms is Where I Belong.
I want Sweet Devotion.
Now you face youre kind, k**ing the k**er.
You brook the offense, what youve done is forever.
Underneath Youre Arms is Where I Belong.
I want Sweet Devotion.
Now you choke on your code of submissions, and drown when you shut the f** up.
Ill be there when you burn.
All these thoughts as they hang from the ceiling, theyre not of love.
Its all I want.
Sweet Devotion.
Push me over the edge