The story started long ago
In this scar or that scar
It made its way through broken skin
To fingertips sinking in to flesh that I would never touch
When saying prayers meant as much as taking lives and hearts
At night I see you rising up

When morning comes I'll be alone
With hazy pictures of a night that came before
Before you and I were stained and purity was so far away that I cannot remember innocence

Touched the lips
Slipped away
At night remember this
We are the thieves
To turn you on and over
On and over
Black as night
Such a thrill
And reaching out to kill
We are the thieves
To turn you on and on again

The touch was perfect
Eyes were fixed on curves like snow flowing in and under arms to hold
And carry secrets kept and kept untold to any other soul
They'll never know
Just close your eyes and sense of right or wrong
Its wrong
Its wrong
But you can't turn back now

When morning comes I'll be alone
With hazy pictures of a night that came before
Before you and I were stained and purity was so far away that I cannot remember innocence

Touched the lips
Slipped away
At night remember this
We are the thieves
To turn you on and over
On and over
Black as night
Such a thrill
And reaching out to kill
We are the thieves
To turn you on and on again