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