Album: Americana
Woke up to an open window
And the breeze was blowing in
Moonlight shown upon your face
And you begin to panic
In the night the villain came
And he drugged you to ease the pain
And he stole everything you knew
But he won’t delete these pictures of you
No use taking inventory
Everything was missing
He stole your man
He stole your home
He stole the life your living
In the night the villain came
And he drugged you to ease the pain
And he stole everything you knew
But he won’t delete these pictures of you
I don’t get off, I don’t get off, I don’t get off
If you think I’m the villain then call me a monster
I don’t get off, I don’t get off, I don’t get off
I cannot argue with how I feel now
(Merci à Vince pour cettes paroles)