Night's Arm - Ist Ist

She has eyes that could run the ocean dry

Fever pitched and so, we’re skinned alive

The contours of her body shape

And in the evenings as I lay awake, I lay awake (yeah)

In the evenings as I lay awake

In the evenings as I lay

Nights arm reaches out

From beneath her cloak

Rips the beating heart

From my chest

Hooded eyes and your crooked smiles

We pray that all your lies are meaningless

Are meaningless

In the evenings as I lay awake

In the evenings as I lay

Still has eyes that could turn the ocean dry

Fever pitched and so, we’re skinned alive

The contours of her body shape

And in the evenings as I lay awake, I lay awake (yeah)

In the evenings as I lay awake

In the evenings as I lay