If Ever Your Devil Is Kind

Oh the devil has come

He's knocking down doors for fun

shouting at radio songs for nothing.

And in the corner of dread

he knits with an iron thread,

stories that make the boys scared of laughing.

And I'll

If you gave me the time

I'd show you the things that I

find in your soul.

In your soul.

In your soul.

Is this a prize worth knowing

Leaving behind the old home

to marry another one?

And then it all burns in a cigarette.

Somewhere between the house and the car and the birthdays

and the clean white picket fence and the football net.

You realized you still ain't happy yet.

Why the fuck ain't you happy yet?

But I'll

If you gave me the time

I'd show you the things that I

find in your soul.

If ever your devil is kind

promise me you will try.

Try to let go.

To let go.

To let go.

Let go, darling.

Are you happy, darling?