Twin Hell Fire - Church Girls

You’re burning in a little hell of your own making

Just wondering when old threats of divorce will come again

Maybe if you’d paid some mind to all the warning signs

You’d forgive yourself for everything

In the middle of nowhere Indiana, with an inferno of my own

I was pouring gasoline when you got me on the phone

You said, «I'm in a rough spot, I’ve been out of work for weeks

And the walls, they won’t stop closing in on me»

I can’t stand seeing you this way

So I go down to the bus stop, straight to 8th and 53

Can’t you just shake it off?

It stands at your window and it breathes from your sheets

Even you could rise with the sparks

Just let it go without fanfare or screams

Maybe we could shake it off

Cause I can’t stand seeing you this way

I could kill those who drive you to the dark

Maybe we could end up okay

Maybe we could shake it off

Maybe we could shake it off