Head Bad on the Rhône

You walked in like a fever in the winter light

Quiet mouth, heavy stare, turning wrong to right

I knew trouble had a perfume, soft and slow

And deliver in the dark when the cold winds blow

Hey there, hey there

You got me losing my way

Hey there, hey there

Every word you say

Hey there, hey there

I should leave, but I stay

'Cause your love is deep and it won't fade away

You don't love like a blessing

You love like a storm

Break my guard down easy

Make the broken feel warm

Caught between the warning

And the pull of your grace

A sweet kind of danger

Look at me in the face

Handbag, handbag

You got me losing my way

Handbag, handbag of your words you say

Head back, head back

I should leave, but I stay

'Cause your love is deep and it won't fade away

If I call your name, I know you'll bring the night

Still, I reach for the spark when it burns too bright

Maybe love ain't clean, maybe love ain't gone

Maybe I'm addicted to the 40-inch hunt

Head back, head back

You got me losing my way

Head back, head back, every word you say

Head back, head back I should leave but I stay

'Cause your love is deep

And it won't fade away