Fell On Bad Days

Fell on bad Fell on bad days Oh your wicked Oh your wicked way Left me cold Left me cold Oh your dark Oh your dark hair Weaved for me Weaved a cold snare Left me hung Left me hung I know its there but I still can't see I feel my faith disappear Touch your skin and raven hair Oh the devils deviled way On the west On the west wind I hear a voice Still it's tempting Like a siren Like a siren I know its there, but I still can't see I feel my faith disappear