Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves Lyrics

I'm going down again to Kingsland Square
Where we'd pass the hours without a care
Maybe this time I will find you there

Another night descends on lonely town
Winter ghosts are all that gather 'round
I still look for you in every crowd

Broken chimney stacks
Railroad tracks
Stained glass cut my hands
An old photograph torn in half
The devil laughs
Each man kills the thing he loves
Each man kills the thing he loves

I'll wait for you in this familiar place
It won't matter if you're a little late
Was it so long ago I kissed your face

Broken chimney stacks
Rairoad tracks
Stained glass cut my hands
An old photograph torn in half
The devil laughs
Each man kills the thing he loves