Morning

Trick me with your pretty things
 The halos in the sky are calling me again
 You reign under a broken crown
 Archangel of the underground
 The quicksand in your eyes is taking me down
 Could you be the one I sell my soul to
 Could you be the one who falls from grace
 Could you be the one you've got me falling apart again
 Or is it falling into place?
 Glass snakes on the windowpane
 Tremble in the pouring rain
 Come wrap your cloven foot upon my high-heeled throne
 Captivate the sweet machine
 Surrender to the offering
 Ashes and alibis, we all go down
 Could you be the one I sell my soul to
 Could you be the one who falls from grace
 Could you be the one you've got me falling apart again
 Or is it falling into place?
 Or is it falling into place?
 Could you be the one
 Could you be the one