Noonday Demon - Tracy Bonham

It’s a fire, in your soul

That you can, not control

And it burns, to the bone

To the bone, to the bone

Things you can, not condemn

Once a spark, now it’s grown

To a demon, in this oven

Shaking hands, with everyone

And it burns how it burns

Noonday demon, noonday demon

I can see, the hand you’re dealing

And to some, it’s quite appealing

Oxycotin, cheap chablis

It’s all the same, to me

Once you’re on, then you’re gone

It’s your heart, and your soul

That you grip, and you hold

Till it’s black, and smouldering

And the demon takes control

Fills the void, in your soul

A new fire, has to roll

Noonday demon, noonday demon

On my neck, fire-breathing

And to some, it’s quite appealing

And the demon takes control

Fills the void in your soul

A new fire has to roll

Noonday demon, noonday demon

On my neck, fire-breathing

And to some, it’s quite appealing

Quite appealing

It’s quite appealing