Providence (The Love Language)

In the red July When we bit the dust on Providence All tangled in our not-so-common sense I heard you say You'd never sleep again 'Til the bed was made You lied, you lied, you lied, you lied Dancing around with all the ghosts in empty homes You sang and you sounded like you knew it was your own Rang out a shot in the dark, some things are best to let fall apart And you knew, oh, how you knew In the red July When we bit the dust on Providence Oh, tangle me up, tangle me up And on the last hurrah We'd better make it hurt 'Cause our time is spent We lied, we lied, we lied, we lied Dancing around with all the ghosts in empty homes You sang and you sounded like you knew it was your own Rang out a shot in the dark, some things are best to let fall apart And you knew, oh, how you knew