Texty: Norah Jones. New York City. Deceptively Yours.

I couldn't make a change
I might have known you had found, another love
I sat at home all night
Bask in the lonely pale, of my bed stand light

Through a tear in a curtain in a cheap motel
I saw with jealous eyes
You made the call to lie
Deceptively yours

I saw a black cloud, I didn't hear a sound, only the shell on the ground
Was a scream somewhere and in the thick night air
I put the pedal down, as the sirens wailed, and I sat alone and prayed
Not knowing what was to come

Through the tear in a curtain in a cheap motel
I saw with jealous eyes
You made the call to lie
Deceptively yours

I tried not to believe the scene that I could see
It felt like days passes by
Before I turned away, I felt a dizzy sway
And the gun in my hand, stood before a judge

He cleared his throat to say
I won't give you no bail
Shackled with chains of love
I knew that I had bought, my own coffin nails

I hear your sweet voice calling out my name
As I stare from a six foot cell
And from beyond I heard the words
Deceptively yours