Paroles: Whitley. Killer.

At night, in streetlight,
Do not fight, I want you
I am sitting, waiting and wishing

That I could hunt you like a killer
with open arms like holy healers
I would hunt you like a killer.

A call in a fall from a morning bird
it's the same in your sleep s a firing squad
so in streetlight, in the night, I ask who?

So in streetlight
Do not fight, I want you
I am sitting, waiting and wishing

That I could hunt you like a killer
with open arms like holy healers
I would hunt you like a killer.

But I know you know I'm broken
Holy healer be unspoken
Hands are bloody
I am always on your side.


A call in a fall from a morning bird
it's the same in your sleep s a firing squad
So in streetlight, do not fight, I want you.

And I could hunt you like a killer
with open arms like holy healers
I would hunt you like a killer.