Here, Nearby

Melted candles on the window sillPerfume in the hazeAshtrays spread across the floorOn a normal day-yeahWe lay out across the bedJust like we always didAnd in this houseThe devil laid his hands on our headAnd made them spin-yeahChorus:I want to be your manIf you think I careI want to be your manYour man, lordNo more defensesLike no more peace of mindKeeping in these knives stabbingSpilling out your blood to me-yeahChorusMan, yeahChorus (x2)