No one knows you but me
And no one knows you’ve been running around
A wolf in sheep’s clothes
Hungry and alone
You’ve been painting the town with my blood

No one knows you but me
And no one knows the face that they see
Hates to be seen
You poor, desolate soul
Hiding in shadows

Rouge vermouth
I lost myself inside you so you could ache like I do
You spilled chartreuse
In every cut
In every open wound

No one loves you
Not like I do
With gun to my head
A dead horse in my bed
Heaven sent and hell bent to wither on your own

Rouge vermouth
I lost myself inside you
I want you to ache like I do
You spilled the last of the chartreuse
In every cut
In every open wound
I’m forever lost inside you