Healing time, feeling the feeling

And little thoughts of you, hang from the ceiling

Underneath Youre Arms is Where I Belong

I want Sweet Devotion

Now you face youre kind, killing the killer

You brook the offense, what youve done is forever

Underneath Youre Arms is Where I Belong

I want Sweet Devotion

Now you choke on your code of submissions, and drown when you shut the fuck up

Ill be there when you burn

All these thoughts as they hang from the ceiling, theyre not of love

Its all I want

Sweet Devotion

Push me over the edge