Its the coming before the storm
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach, warm
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
I dance with the devil
and dream with the deamons
fell asleep with death and fell short of breath
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the round get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your head
Its the low before the high
Its been so long you thought you were dying
When you wake up hungover
You wish you were sober
And Ill be counting the day the sun goes past
With the clouds beneath my feet
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the round get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
Cuz we were falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
Im a cold metal machine
and ill do things youve never seen
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the round get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your
Just be pretty but naive
Anything you hear is what you believe
Let the round get stuck in your head
Wish you had undressed me in your bed
Cuz weve been falling apart
Built to crumble from the start
Im a cold metal machine
and Ill do things youve never seen
And what they dont tell you in churches
Saints are sinners too