Melted candles on the window sill
Perfume in the haze
Ashtrays spread across the floor
On a normal day, yeah

We lay out across the bed
Just like we always did
And in this house
The devil laid his hands on our head
And made them spin, yeah

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, Lord

No more defenses
Like no more peace of mind
Keeping in these knives stabbing
Spilling out your blood to me, yeah

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, Lord

Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, Lord

I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be your man
Your man, Lord

Yeah

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chester Bennington, Cristin Davis, Essay Jones, Mace Beyers, Sean Dowdell