Crooked

You have got such crooked hands, My friend. Does it say a word of your crooked heart Of art? Tell me straight whom you love and Who you loved Before we make that kiss, Before the night of Sins Begins. You have got such a pretty face, My ace. Does it sing a word of your pretty world On hold? Tell me straight, am I here to Stun your pain Before it starts to rain, Before there's no restraint Or doubt? Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. You have got such wicked plans, My friend. Does it sing a word of my wicked life? No, I Never hoped it lives underneath your skin. It used to be within. It used to burn right in, But gone. Nobody knows I'm feeling alright. You're coming so close, not falling behind. Nobody cares. Hold tight to my lips. I need you right now. I need you for this. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Late at night, show me your dark side. Before it starts to rain. Late at night, show me your dark there's no Restraint. Late at night, show me your dark side. Before it starts to rain. Late at night, show me your dark side. Before There's no restraint. At night, show me your dark side. You have got such crooked hands, My friend. Does it say a word of your crooked heart Of art? Tell me straight, am I here to Find a way heal From all the pain, To write a new refrain Or song?