love a thief but she's my home. And she's as much a part of this broken heart see broken bones always seem to mend. Chorus: I taste the devil's tears
now. Window frames hold pictures of you, And the tree outside appears on end, And you'd seen the good in the seam of the crop, And your story began, and
call love a thief but she's my home. And she's as much a part of this broken heart see broken bones always seem to mend. Chorus: I taste the devil's tears