Lyrics

Bad Thing

Bad thing
Did a bad thing

Tea lights
They shine like fireflies through the murky
window pane
Ideas grow like weeds
They fly like moths into the flame

My love, love the night is young
Our time is coming to a close so
free your fists of all their lists
Come slip your fingers into my coat
Crowd is waning, anticipating
Whisper close under the bar din
Ain’t no use in tying a noose
Ain’t nothing to know

Bad thing
Did a bad thing

up the stairway
down the hall
I took his lips
I took it all
Led him forward

Toward the end I
Tipped him toward
Toward the edge
And let him fall
and watched him fall (hold last oooo)

up the stairway
down the hall
I took his lips
I took it all
Led him forward
Toward the end I
Tipped him toward
Toward the edge
And let him fall
and watched him fall

Bad thing…
I did a bad thing
mmmmm…
Bad thing
Did a bad thing

Bad thing