The Devil
Ben Hillier, Nadine Shah
The devil is in the detail
He's hiding in the cracks
He came to shake me hand
And then he
Stabbed me in the back
Was I just your fun time
Was I just your release
Does it feel good
To know I'm here to please
Where withered flowers rest
I let new ones bloom and grow
There was a happiness
Dust it down so it may show
Let not a single tear
Roll down a wrinkled cheek
For sorrow of a love
That wasn't mine to keep