Wicked Soul Lyrics - Singles - Taylor, Joanne Shaw

Thrown by the blow 

Burned out by the heat 

All down to the stories you've been spinning on me 

Goes to show you never know 

And you gave no clue that you knew 

That there'd probably come a time 

I'd have to get over you 

Build it, burn it 

Turn it into dust 

Keep it as a trophy 

Of what we called love 

Twist it, turn it 

Blame my heart of stone 

But everybody knows it's on you 

And your wicked soul 

Floored and adored me 

Really owned the part 

But you'd written out your exit 

From the very start 

It goes to show you never know 

When you're holding out your heart 

To get set up and rested 

On a house of cards 

Build it, burn it 

Turn it into dust 

Keep it as a trophy 

Of what we called love 

Twist it, turn it 

Blame my heart of stone 

But everybody knows it's on you 

And your wicked soul