The Kills- Wild Charms/Damned If She Do

to the doting boys by your side, riding roughshod on your starless nights. to she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never looked back. what became of those wild charms? the deep fry of the tide? the tug of the stars? how it stirs me, how it stirs me now. to think my fire burnt them out.


she damned if she do
she damned if she don't
if history hangs her
her memory won't
it's been a procession
of sweethearts passing through
some of them left no trace
some of them left her black and blue

but she come alive when she dying
she come alive when she on her last legs
she come alive when she on her death bed

she damned if she will
she damned if she won't
some of them left in one piece
and some she damn near broke
now i am no stranger to the strange and all his ways
but what can be stranger than to be stuck outside your cage