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