Beth Orton Follow

When the devil comes blowing through your door
Youll know theres trouble, and hes coming back for more
You better keep what is precious hidden under the floor
Or you better treat it so good it will never want for more

But looking back in retrospect
Did you ever really get what youd expect?
Trying to rectify
Got lost a little further
Youve been trying to justify
Find out how and where it came

Devil was your angel, but its not no more
The devil was your angel, when you werent sure

Do I tempt trouble to break through all these doors
Just to put a face to the voice which always home?
To fight for what is precious, to know whats under the floor
If I could treat it so good, I swear Id never want for more

But when I found my peace
There was still mistakes
However painfully awaring every step I take
Trying to rectify
Got lost a little further
Well, Ive been trying to justify
Find out how and where it came

The devil was my angel, now Im just not sure.
To travel as my angel theres always my whore

Gonna take you back down
I wont feel no shame
Till my dreams
Are my own again
Gonna take you right down, and Ill take the blame
Till my dreams are my own again

Here I am again

Devil was my angel, now Im just not sure
To travel as my angel theres always my whore
Maybe youre an angel, tried to remember youre an angel
Remember youre an angel, if youre not sure