Letras
Mud on the porch
Whiskey on your breath
You said "darlin'
I'm a blessing"
But you track in death
You kiss like Sunday service
You lie like Saturday night
Every word a little sermon
Every touch a fight
You walk in wearin' hell's boots
Kickin' up sparks in my kitchen
Turn my heart to black soot
Every step a new superstition
I keep dancin' on these hot coals
Caught on you
While you're laughin' in your hell's boots
Phone face down
Halo in your eyes
You say you hate the trouble
But you love my quiet sighs
You promise you're changin'
Soon as the bottle's through
Funny thing about the devil
They sound a lot like you
You walk in wearin' hell's boots
Kickin' up sparks in my kitchen
Turn my heart to black soot
Every step a new superstition
I keep dancin' on these hot coals
Caught on you
While you're laughin' in your hell's boots
Maybe I'm cursed
Maybe I choose it (yeah)
Hand on the stove
Just to prove I can lose it
You walk in wearin' hell's boots
Kickin' up sparks in my kitchen
Turn my heart to black soot
Every step a new superstition
I keep dancin' on these hot coals
Burned clean through
Still I open up the door
When I hear the sound of hell's boots