Hell To Pay

Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights

As cold as those first nights alone

As the second best he'll become

Sleep deep, girl, dream well

That night, I think he cried himself to sleep

Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know

And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory

I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you

Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do

Just sleep, girl, just dream well