i like the devil

Mother let her elbows on the bed

Whispering the wishes to the threads

Weaving in the weight of all our dread

Wiping up the stains of our regret

Heal our hands by kneading up the bread

Cleaning off her fingers as she wept

Lurked within the gleaming silhouette

And seal in our wonder to ferment

I, like the Devil, can fly

And I read her sweet mind last night, and

I, like God, can fly

And I held a candle over her frightened

What is happiness but a word

Spoken from on high for it's worth

Flown beneath the wings

Of little birds

But I have felt the wind crawl where we're cursed

Find us in the folded part she pressed

Lying in positions, like we've slept

Find us in the hallows of her chest

Lying in positions, like we've slept

I, like the Devil, can fly

And I read her sweet mind last night

I, like God, can fly

And I held a candle over her frightened

I, like the Devil, can fly