Laurence Overmire - The Angel And The Devil lyrics

Were married in his heart They slept together and made Impossible children Good-natured ba*tards, villainous saints And with a kiss and a smile He'd slip a knife in your back Tending to your wounds With a smirk in his eye And though you loved him like a brother You had to let him go The thin rope slipping from your fingers The quicksand of his nature Swallowing the last hope Of something more.