Grey Daze - Here, Nearby Lyrics
Melted candles on the window sillPerfume in the hazeAshtrays spread across the floorOn a normal dayWe lay out across the bedJust like we always didAnd in this houseThe devil laid his hand on our headand made them spinI want to be your manIf you think I caredI want to be your manYour man, lordNo more defensesLike no more peace of mindKeeping in these knives stabbingSpilling out your blood to meI want to be your manIf you think I caredI want to be your manYour man, lordI want to be your manIf you think I caredI want to be your manYour man, lord