I don't care where you've been you You know I pay no man To your sins But if you're not home by 10 Put all your money on a van You can hit the road again Mmm, I've got no time left for your gambling Mmm, you broke my phone to pieces with your incessant rambling You say, "I'll be back in touch with you around the bend" Boy, best believe you won't be touching me ever again Ooh You cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me good, ooh What can I, can I, can I, can or can't I do? Ooh I'll fly away on the wings of doves Over valleys of snow and ice To heal my heart From the first cut of cake To the time silence makes You're forever my sweet mistake On wings of doves flies my heartache