Little bit of smoke in the sky
It's late in the evening
And the end of the summer
Burns upon your skin

It's never too late to cry 
You sleep with strangers
I'll show you things that you've never seen
Then I'll take you home

Far below the city burns

Now [bad word] as your friend and they'll warn you
About all the rats in the [bad word] closer and when they disarm you
They'll ask you to sit in the front of their car

Cold blooded but some like it freezing
I keep my blood in the bone
Just when you've forsaken me
That's when I turn my blinders on

And I'll make them bleed for my baby bird

You are loved by me
You are loved by me
You are loved by me