Dum-a-little-day-um. (Repeat).
I liked the waiting, has past and gone.
All his desires still remained.
Having God on the run, another winter's on it's way...
Ah...
They like to suck the dead to life.
Smell the rot inside.
(They feel their)
Hearts, hands, eyes.
Eyes, Eyes, (Eyes)

Too many people have lost their souls,
damned to a life of decay.
Been a lover for far too long,
without the power to refrain.