Halos from Lucky Nights by Mila Webb

Don’t know if it’s a lunatic thought on which all stars hang
Here comes the myth, by my side, you’ll be needing me sometime
It’s hanging over like a crown, when I’m letting you down
Turns my blood blue and bound, burning sweet heavy loads down my cheeks
Goddamn the heat of the halos that hang around,
when I’m gonna leave you out

How come I’m still doing you wrong somehow?
How come I’m still doing you wrong?

You’re out of it, forget all this, just like you spit on everything
I’ll pick up my dress, by my side, oh my night, oh my knife
Could not scrape you if I tried, you would not wait in any lines for me
So why’s the light so bright? Preacher’s finger on my eye

How come I’m still doing you wrong somehow?
How come I’m still doing you wrong?
All my thoughts, all my thoughts, all my thoughts go back to you
All my thoughts, all my thoughts, all my thoughts go back to you

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