Details - Andrew Belle

I confess, I’m heartless

Live to guess

So I don’t mind your lips

Oh, you wear that dress

And I become an easy target

Shoot to kill, I guess

The only chance you’ve got

No one ever told you

You might turn

Might turn to fire

I could never hold you

You might turn

Might turn to fire

The devil’s gonna let on

That you’re in the details

Ivory black in my head

Break your back

But I won’t hound you to death

Fine I’ll hold my breath

Til I forget, it’s complicated

Time is all the steps you either made here

Or you didn’t