Devils - Amelia Curran

Load me up for my victory train

I know it’s gone but it might come again

Everyday is like a brand new day

Fickle as poison and hard as clay

And you won’t see me in the harbor lights

The way you walk with your devils in the moonlight

God made woman and God made man

Jumped from the fire and into the pan

But Gods no rebel he’s a handyman

Quartz and the coppers and law of the land

And you won’t hear me in the harmony

The way you listen to your devils in the minor key

Did you listen to your doctor

Did you do what he said

Got married to the hazard

Or cut that thread

Did you run from the jury

On the ghostly host

Ah the sound and the fury

Oh I miss them the most

I hear rumor and I see blind

I’m sleeping in armor but I’m cheap like wine

I’m an elegant trial underneath hard time

I can’t hold a candle gonna blow your mind

And you won’t catch me with nothing to say

The way you talk to your devils and you pray pray pray