God smiles and waves her tired hand
Made heavy by the winter air
She could not make it up the stairs
I'd brace for impact, but I don't care
Since we first met, the story goes
My love's a knife against your throat
And it really gets my goat
That only I've abandoned hope
God smiles and waves her tired hand
Made heavy by the winter air
She could not make it up the stairs
I'd brace for impact, but I don't care
Since we first met, the story goes
My love's a knife against your throat
And it really gets my goat
That only I've abandoned hope