Banshee

Wait wait out the night

Screaming like a banshee

Outside my door

Hollow, hollow as a ghost

Subtle as a siren

Leading poor boys home

You're a shadow of a love I hoped was lost

I fought your fire with fire like the fool I was

But I don't want more blood

I don't want more blood

I don't want more blood

On my hands

Palm tree, in a hurricane

Ripped up at the roots

Battered by the rain

You know, all of my designs

How to turn me on

When to cut the wires

And I fell for your tricks more times than I can count

Cause I loved you every way that I knew how