Up the Devil's Pay

i'm gonna tend a bad fire until you come around
I'd sing you real live love songs
If i could get the feeling down

I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way
So i'll just pack up everything
Roll it out and up the devil's pay

I want to cause a bad scene but i gotta change my ways
I want to hear your sound again
I want to see you 'round someday

I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way
So i'll just pack up everything
Roll it out and up the devil's pay

And it seems no one can comfort me
To take me from this station where i'm at
'cause the things i love are leaving me
And it's taking every single piece
It's a grade-a mess and it's cutting teeth
It's a big black wind that's blowing back of me

I'm gonna roll up everything into a big red sun
Boil til the room's insane
Wave my rattles on and on

I want to make you happy but the devil's out my way
So i'll just pack up everything
Roll it out and up the devil's pay

And it seems no one can comfort me
To take me from this station where i'm at
'cause the things i love are leaving me
And it's taking every single piece
It's a grade-a mess and it's cutting teeth
It's a big black wind that's blowing back of me

Reaching out now and I touch your face
Please believe I'm only traveling
Like seeking wonder from a foreign place
It matters not from where I'm coming

And the snow so light is bleeding
We sleep so tight when we're breathing
Calm a little pint of soul - creeping

Calm the light - let me fly - Back to Basom
call is waiting, contemplate a thread already spun
Calm the light - let me fly - Back to Basom
should you carry what you are is cooked until it's done

Left to locate the last trace of waste
I picked it up and it was smiling
Just like the dancer who has lost her leg
She laughs alone but then she's crying

And the snow so light is bleeding
We sleep so tight when we're breathing
Calm a little pint of soul - creeping

Calm the light - let me fly - Back to Basom
call is waiting, contemplate a thread already spun
Calm the light - let me fly - Back to Basom
should you carry what you are is cooked until it's done

A new breathe I feel the grip releasing.
Scraping my guts off of the ceiling.
I've got that Sunny Bunny feeling.