Two Devils

I knew this one young girl who'd tell the trees and the grass

To read us all their favourite stories till we'd kiss and we'd laugh.

And we'd write to the devil, tell him he's a bad influence

'cause it's not worth playing god when you're the story in the making.

(love, love)

Tiptoe through the crowd and tiny faces i can't bear

Til i tried to find your body at the bottom of the stairs

And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room

While your face is changing colour, it's the story in the making.

(love)

Lately i've been down 'cause there's a beast under the bed

And there's always soemthing crawling between my feet and in my head

I take a long walk in a hospital but i couldn't stand the smell

'cause you're always changing colour, the decrease in your hell.

Now i'm trapped between two devils; shiny teeth and shiny hair.

There's an honest love to find somewhere.

If we don't stop now we'll be dead by summer.

Ooh... you tell me there's a reason why our love has collapsed

Ooh... we're tiny little creatures in a canister

Ooh... you tell me there's a reason why our love's collapsed

You tell me there's a reason that our love's collapsed

It's just a feeling, but i'm linked to that