I find it hard to turn away,
the love of mine has gone to play.
He finds them in the dead of night,
listens to their tourment and plight.
He makes them feel like they're the one,
but when morning comes they're nothing just gone.

He wanders in from out the cold,
and where he's from no-one knows.
But one thing you must take heed,
he is an evil one in need.
For he will feast upon your soul,
just to fill an empty hole.