You used to think I was something special You haven't thought that in a while You liked the company of my inner devil 'Cause my inner devil could make you smile
Like an angel on some stained-glass Not some relic from the recent past With your pale breasts and your fresh wound And your eyes to heaven with your hands bound
I thought you'd find me when you went looking In truth, you'd have to be there to look around How come the honeysuckle isn't sucking And I got a bee sting walking on the ground
Did our brass bead become a mud bath A dirty boy, dirty girl having a dirty laugh I saw you coming, I had you covered Till you discovered
That we're heaven, heaven, heaven and hell Heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven and hell
Picnick table and a china cup We had an airbed that was all stuffed Now it's room 64 at the chateau Ask the front desk where does your love go
Is it to heaven, heaven, heaven or to hell Is it to heaven, heaven, heaven or hell Baby, we're heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven and hell