Love Demons - Peter Cat Recording Co.

While he sits and stares

At girls he can’t explain

Oh, here she comes

On ten white horses

Made of string and clay

The flowers in his fingers

Wilt away

His wise old lover said

That lies do not deceive

So when she sleeps

I’ll leave her bed and

Hurry home instead

My soul is on a string

Tied to her chair

And why is it I pray

To Gods that always fail

To drag that girl back

Through my window

And undress my face

And smile at me

While I put on my chains

Ah Ah Aahhh…