Verse 1

You came through the door with a saint’s crooked smile,

Black feather caught on your coat all the while.

You said, “Take my hand; let the good girl go,”

And the room leaned close like it already knows.

Pre-Chorus

Your kiss tastes sweet, your promises bite,

I see the blade tucked out of sight.

Chorus

Dark angel, don’t call me pure,

I know the fever, I know the cure.

Love me reckless, leave me scarred,

You wear your wings like a warning card.

Dark angel, pull me near—

I can want you and still feel fear.

Verse 2

White powder dust on the vanity glass,