She could see in me
The tendency to wallow on
Though I think she’s awfully mean
I know that she’s not wrong
Life is part of death
Oh what a lonely game to play
Though she drives me half insane
I know she’s not to blame
Devil in the details
Devil in the details
You’re my muse of the midnight moon
Midnight eyes this morning
I can’t seem to see you clear
Dreams of building churches
Stained glass faces in the mirror
You collect my sorrows, honey
Plant them in the field
We’ll come back tomorrow, love
And see just what they yield
Devil in the details
Devil in the details
You’re my muse of the midnight moon

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