From the recording Telling Tales
Lyrics
Everyone has gone trough it,
At least once in their lives.
But if you have not, then you still hold your pride.
Otherwise it’s packed in someone else’s pocket,
And he or she is so far away.
I pray to the devil, I pray to the Lord,
Whoever comes first can harvest my soul.
If he can sooth me or just make me numb,
And forget my troubles, now that would be fun.
My head keeps on pounding while I’m drying my eyes,
All of her kisses, all of her lies.
Please make me a memory where everything’s nice,
Please take it back to my surprise.
I pray to the devil, I pray to the Lord,
Whoever comes first can harvest my soul.
If he can sooth me or just make me numb,
And forget my troubles, now that would be fun.
You should know I still love her,
Despite what she’s done.
And that hurts me so,
I can still hear the hum.
From the cars driving by,
While I was lying in bed,
Praying to god that she wasn’t dead,
When she was out with him.
So tune all your violins and call up the brass,
While I view the world from the bottom of my glass.
I don’t want your pity so wipe your tears away,
‘Cause tomorrow starts a brand new day.