i ll steal your soul i ll not let go until i have it in my grasp you ll be mine and mine at last somehow yelling my name even though you don t know me grasping for something you think is mine all i see is a sky filled with vultures but back up the hill i ll climb to be greeted by a woman with a makeup smeared face with lavender and lace hands bound behind her back as she would dance by the fire cold sick and tired 