i do hope love is overated,
because all the girls
i seem to like
sure are complicated

well, i went out hunting
for this one-eyed buck.
i didn't have faith
i was down on my luck.
biding for that old man,
who promised me love.
i cried out to the angels,
hiding above.
god it kept raining,
i was singing them blues.
heaven only knows,
i'm still waiting for you.
guess i'll keep searching,
running amuck.
will i ever find you?
my one-eyed buck?

Before you start a war.
you better know the cause,
you're willing to die for.
would you put your heart,
on the trigger?
or would you die,
by the hands of a sinner?

shes the one walking
into the afterglow.
everything else
she's left at home.
i keep talking to
this devil i know.
just so i don't
have to be alone.

so i moved to los angeles
to chase the girl of my dreams.
how could i have known she was the devil
staring right back at me.
on the way over there
i thought i saw her wings.
clipping her feathers
whilst i was hunting a ring.
should have known then
that ******* my porch.
was always going to be trouble
when she walked through that door.
mama's always told me,
wear my heart on my sleeve.
don't get yourself killed,
with what you're trying to achieve.
so i left that night,
through that hole in the wall.
maybe those things they call angels
don't exist at all?

the sun's the love of my life,
shine on me again.
but i also love the moon,
when she kisses my head.
well the night is over,
i'll give it up when i feel sober.

we relate to things,
not because we're sad
but because we want to be understood,
in a way that makes us
feel better
after all,
the air tastes better
when you feel something
rather than nothing.