A cool cloth to soothe this
Fevered pitch
A fool, I should have kept her
At arm's length
Now the black widow's at my
Flesh again
Before night left she
Waved and said
A day and I'll be
Back again
A full moon to light this
Beaten path
A glimmer, I should have let her
Sleep in
Now she's mourning for me
All over again
And the Devil before me
Kept whispering
Come on in
And the Angel behind me
Never said a thing
Just press'd her flesh to my bones
And her finger to my lips
Took me home
And broke me in
Gave me a cool cloth to soothe my
Feverish whims
A fool, I should've slept 'til I was
Drunk again
For when I woke, I looked over
At the Devil lying
In my bed again.
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