Texty: Danny Peck. Blind Curve. The Hurting Kind.

When I saw you
it was Voodoo
like I knew you
saw right thru you
and you filled me
like the deepest wine
yeah, the hurting kind
walked on water
printed money
I danced naked, rum and honey
like a painter
couldn?t draw the line
for the hurting kind
and there?s danger
in the heartbeat
you step off twenty stories high
and the kissing leaves you dizzy
but boy you cannot fly
sad pajamas
missing in action
turn away boy, run away boy
just to ease your mind
from the hurting kind
find a side show
And then silence
filled with teardrops
cry louder even than the night
and yeah there?s honor
in the heartbreak
that?s looking for a fight
when I saw you
it was Voodoo
like I knew you
saw right thru you
and you filled me
like the deepest wine
yeah the hurting kind...