Trick me with your pretty things Black horses with their silver wings The halos in the sky are calling me again You reign under a broken crown Archangel of the underground The quicksand in your eyes is taking me down
Could you be the one I sell my soul to Could you be the one who falls from grace Could you be the one you’ve got me falling apart again Or is it falling into place?
Glass snakes on the windowpane Tremble in the pouring rain Come wrap your cloven foot upon my high-heeled throne Captivate the sweet machine Surrender to the offering Ashes and alibis, we all go down
Could you be the one I sell my soul to Could you be the one who falls from grace Could you be the one you’ve got me falling apart again Or is it falling into place? Or is it falling into place?
Under the rocks and stones I’ll find you Beneath the bottom of below Under the rocks and stones I’m waiting Could you be the one Could you be the one
Could you be the one I sell my soul to Could you be the one who falls from grace Could you be the one you’ve got me falling apart again Or is it falling Or is it falling