Hate to see you go

Feel so lonely
You just get out
of my mind
My boots are made of
blood
I have holes in my
eyes

Leaving home
tomorrow
Empty bottles of
wine
So thirsty of love
Please
lover be gone

So pure and so
cold
Devil's on my
side
Everything that you've
said
A pocket full of
lies

Hands up for love and
I
can't reach the sky
You know that
blind wolves can see
That black
hearts may cry
(Black hearts can
see, yeah, that blind wolves may
cry)