Drag this Love Around

Words and Music by Brad Cole

My silly little saint,
Slips between the lies of love.
Pretty as an angel of the morning,
With Diamonds in her eyes

Didn’t really care,
Blind to all the warning signs.
Wrapped in my menagerie,
I traded in my love for lies, and left me cryin.

And then you try to paint the blame on me,
Set me up to pay for what is free.
Doesn’t mean I have to drag this love around

Never see me pull the curtain down,
With subtlety of red I paint this town.
You might be done and through with your past
But your past might not be through with you.

She's debutante and lace,
Your charade of loving kindness.
Fabulous when on your back,
Your Oscar winning habitat is your device.

Were you really just that good?
Or do you believe in your own lies?
So foolishly I’d contemplate,
And always under estimate, your mind, and now who’s cryin’?

And then you try to paint the blame on me,
Set me up to pay for what is free.
Doesn’t mean I have to drag this love around

Oh no, no, no, no Never see me pull the curtain down,
With subtlety of red I paint this town.
You might be done and through with your past
But your past might not be through with you. Twisted and Strange,
How it got that way?
From a love so deep it was intoxicating,
I was drowning while you were parading

And when you say,
In your pretty little way
All I want is somebody to love me,
You could ride but you never could run with me. My silly little saint,
Slips between the lies of love.
Pretty as an angel of the morning,
With Diamonds in her eyes And then you try to paint the blame on me,
Set me up to pay for what is free.
Doesn’t mean I have to drag this love around

Oh no, no, no, no Never see me pull the curtain down,
With subtlety of red I paint this town.
You might be done and through with your past
But your past might not be through with you. With you...