paroles de chanson The Devil - Andy Shauf

The devil's in the graveyard reading names of all the ones he tripped up on the way
He sits down in the moonlight, wipes his tears
Staring at the white rose
That he placed in front of the grave he visits each day since she slipped away
The devil hides his blue eyes in his hand
He wipes away the last tears as he stands
He hears her voice so clearly on the breeze She's singing like an angel to his weakest knees.
So he twists off the cap and tips his head back for that sweet relief.
The devil's walking slowly on the street towards his empty condo where he'll creep
The silence of his bedroom before he slips into his every nightmare as he sleeps
He sees her bright smile at the heavenly gates as he's turned away.