Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head Say, "I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in" Well when we were made we were set apart But life is a test and I get bad marks Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming in You burnt bright but you run out I fell asleep at the incline I can't shake this little feeling I never did anything right, I'm on my own I never did anything right, I'm on my own... Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in Well you're my favorite bird and when you sing I really do wish that you'd wear my ring No matter what they say, I am still the queen Now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
