It was a hot night in heaven On a cold day in hell When I told you the secret You promised never to tell Oh, I could bust you to pieces I could pick you apart I could slip through your ribcage I could slice through your heart If you were all the oceans If you were all the seas You'd only be a drop in the desert You'd rise to my knees and recede I've been strolling down the street And I've been hearing I've been hearing people talking I've been strolling down the street And I've been hearing I've been hearing people talking I've been strolling down the street It was a hot night in heaven On a cold day in hell When I told you the secret You promised never to tell It was me in your doorway I was haunting your halls It was me on the ceiling I was the paint on your walls