Fell on bad
Fell on bad days
Oh your wicked
Oh your wicked way
Left me cold
Left me cold
Oh your dark
Oh your dark hair
Weaved for me
Weaved a cold snare
Left me hung
Left me hung
I know its there but I still can't see
I feel my faith disappear
Touch your skin and raven hair
Oh the devils deviled way

On the west
On the west wind
I hear a voice
Still it's tempting
Like a siren
Like a siren
I know its there, but I still can't see
I feel my faith disappear
Touch your skin and raven hair
Oh the devil's deviled way

It doesn't feel so bad now
It doesn't feel so bad now
It doesn't feel so bad now

It doesn't feel so bad...