Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief.
Where you are the valet of honour and i am the thief.
And don\'t ever mention the stains that you left on my track.
How from a beautiful gril I became someone ruined and wrecked.
It was all in your back.
All in your back.
So I spin in the dance of your absence and put on a show.
But why do I smile baby, you of all people should know.
The one that you loved.
Died a long time ago.
You can\'t do me wrong with charity until.
You\'ll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will.
But with your voice and melodies you kill, you kill.
Your version of glory is dark and it\'s covered with sin.
And I wanna dive in an ocean of pink tourmaline.
I\'ve seen the pure souls they exist and they fly.
I think I could live with it, I know I can now.
You can\'t do me wrong with charity until.
You\'ll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will.
But with your voices and melodies you kill, you kill.
It\'s funny how now that I\'m not in the palm of your hand.
You\'re still running blindly to save me again and again.
But i don\'t need a friend.
No, I don\'t need a friend.
You can\'t do me wrong with charity until.
You\'ll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will.
But with your voice and melodies you kill, you kill.