Prince of Darkness - Emily Sailers
    My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
    I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
    I don't know when I noticed life was life at my expense
    The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
    The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve
    I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave
    But there was a time I asked my father for a dollar
    And he gave it a ten dollar raise
    When I needed my mother and I called her
    She stayed with me for days
    And now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain
    Someone's on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
    Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
    No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom
    But I tried to make this place my place
    I asked for Providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
    But I'll tell you
    My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
    I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
    My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark

    (By grace, my sight grows stronger and I will not
    be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer)

    Maybe there's no haven in this world for tender age
    My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
    My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
    And my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve
    The cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
    I couldn't hear them for the thunder
    I was half the naked distance between hell and heaven's ceiling
    And he almost pulled me under
    Now someone's on the telephone desperate in his pain
    Someone's on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
    Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
    No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom
    I tried to make this place my place
    I asked for Providence to smile upon me with his sweet face
    But I'll tell you
    My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
    I do not feel the romance I do not catch of spark
    My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark

    (By grace my sight grows stronger, grows stronger)

    I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark

    (And I will not be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer)
     

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