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She smelled like 2 am
Took him back to her place
Where all the saints adorned the walls.
To never ending from grace
He knew he should leave
And this could only turn cold
She was a bad bad girl
So he told her so
Under the shadows engulfed
He had the whisper of lust
He said 'no touching tonight'
She closed her eyes in his trust
She said 'tuck me in'
He knew his judgment was sound
Still he pulled back the sheets
And said
You better lie down 'cause the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said with the talking
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
Her every word was in italics
As it would fall from her lips
The walls were made of broken promises
He hoped this wouldn't be his.
She said 'tell me what to do'
He knew right then he was done
Felling lonely and confused
He said
'you better lie down the angels are watching'
She closed her eyes and said with the talking
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
So he said 'shut your mouth girl the angels are listening'
She crossed herself now the moments are missing
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
glancing through the curtain
Questions unheard of
She spoke in third person
And he had seen everyone
Awkward and embittered
Said 'shut the door when you go'
Perhaps he should've reconsidered (oh no)
When he said
You better lie down the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said with the talking
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
So he said 'shut your mouth girl the angels are listening'
She crossed herself now the moments are missing
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
Took him back to her place
Where all the saints adorned the walls.
To never ending from grace
He knew he should leave
And this could only turn cold
She was a bad bad girl
So he told her so
Under the shadows engulfed
He had the whisper of lust
He said 'no touching tonight'
She closed her eyes in his trust
She said 'tuck me in'
He knew his judgment was sound
Still he pulled back the sheets
And said
You better lie down 'cause the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said with the talking
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
Her every word was in italics
As it would fall from her lips
The walls were made of broken promises
He hoped this wouldn't be his.
She said 'tell me what to do'
He knew right then he was done
Felling lonely and confused
He said
'you better lie down the angels are watching'
She closed her eyes and said with the talking
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
So he said 'shut your mouth girl the angels are listening'
She crossed herself now the moments are missing
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
glancing through the curtain
Questions unheard of
She spoke in third person
And he had seen everyone
Awkward and embittered
Said 'shut the door when you go'
Perhaps he should've reconsidered (oh no)
When he said
You better lie down the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said with the talking
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
So he said 'shut your mouth girl the angels are listening'
She crossed herself now the moments are missing
'you can hurt me do whatever you like'
Lyrics submitted by autrefois
Sister Lyrics as written by Adam Bravin Justin Warfield
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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What if the saints reference is a bit more metaphorical? Saints are often considered to be ancestors in a way and this song could be referencing maybe family pictures or something such as that. I agree that overall this is talking about a rather innocent girl who is trying to be less that way. The line "you can hurt me do whatever you like"? My overall sense [partially due to my personal bias I guess] is it is about a girl who is like a guy's sister friend wise, who is drunk, and maybe a bit screwed in the head. They get drunk and he tries to bring her home to her place. She tries t seduce him and he knows it would be taking advantage of her. I think there is a bit of a religious undertone but that could easily all be metaphorical. Morals are definitely thought of with religion a lot of the time and you could easily use Catholic imagery any time you want. It easily removes things from a situation so that it can be seen through new eyes and interrupted into other people's eyes.