Blood Red Shoes - On The Hook

I feel the freeze coming over me
As I lie asleep and the floorboards creak
From the foot of my bed
Stirred from my rest
My name in his book
Im on the hook

I won’t speak first
I’ve more to lose
I had my chance and now its my last dance
No prayers for me
Time to come clean
A cold silent look
I’m on the hook

I’m on the hook

My game is played
Now its time to pay
And I see my life flashing through my mind
I can feel the weight
As he tears a page
From his little black book
I’m on the hook

I’m on the hook.