Night's Arm

She has eyes that could run the ocean dry Fever pitched and so, we're skinned alive The contours of her body shape And in the evenings as I lay awake as I lay awake (yeah) In the evenings as I lay awake In the evenings as I lay Nights arm reaches out From beneath her cloak Rips the beating heart From my chest Hooded eyes and your crooked smiles We pray that all your lies are meaningless Are meaningless In the evenings as I lay awake In the evenings as I lay Still has eyes that could turn the ocean dry Fever pitched and so, we're skinned alive The contours of her body shape And in the evenings as I lay awake as I lay awake (yeah) In the evenings as I lay awake In the evenings as I lay