Holy water on my lips,
Sin sitting on my tongue.
You've turned these grey eyes green.
Started to come undone.

Different day, the same old web,
Found me tangled in my head.
You've turned these grey eyes green again.

This isn't me,
I don't do this.
But what if it is?
Sitting here, wishing it were my hands on your hips.
This isn't me,
I don't do this.
But maybe it is...