歌詞
You've been running like a bat outta hell
Trying to leave this world behind
I know you can't stand yourself, could you kill some time
With songs like these I suppose your sweat smells sweet
Cheap spirits leave your skin, to let the daylight in.
When the morning comes
You're right back where you started from,
Your body runs from you, just like you do.
And the medicine you're frantic for its just keeping you ill,
Well I could be the woman to hold you still.
Coarse throated sorrow
Unpools from your mouth,
All the things you've come to know
Tear your insides out
Your hands all cut and swollen
Trying to dig yourself to the ground,
I could be the one to slow you down
Them songs of yours
They leave us begging for more,
They lose their voices screamin your praise.
But the precious few who can get close to you
Know those songs well they're a comin' from a hurtin' place.
You've been up for days in a hurtin' place.
You've been spinning weary circles
Staying lost out on that road
I could be the woman to call you home.
You've been running like a bat outta hell
Trying to leave this world behind.
I know you can't stand yourself but could you kill some time
Well ain't i just the kinda woman to kill your time?
Well I could be the woman to kill your time