Little Hells - Marissa Nadler

Mama, I have nothin' but cobwebs and dust in the lock

Blood runs thick in the veins

But I live like a fish in the water again

She says

Soft to a fault

She believes the hardest things of all

True love never did exist at all

Ohh, she lives in a dark cloud of little hells

When she meant something to somebody else

But now it’s dark and the cobwebs and rose petals

Defy her into the web to go back to the days of color

Into the web to go back to the days of color