And the wheels began spinning. Before I knew I was dizzy with confusion. And who really cares? And who will have sympathy for the devil?

Something is telling me I am completely wrong. Being lied to by the cloaks and all the walls.
That I can't see past. There's a drummer, I hear him near. Blazing tune to the righteous path.
I've been lied by my youth. There's no ex deus machina in the end.

I wear this burdened cross for you. Prickly wood against my chest. But, it's your love that gets me through
and willing to search-for your emerald eyes.

I came across Poseidon, he was drunk from your love, telling me he loves you still. Three steps behind your celestial grace.
The drummer is all the time nearer, joined by a 6 string melody. It's not completely right but it's good. It reminds me of you.

Oh oh and the glue that sticks me to you, is all over him now.
And your breath is so sobering. I can't let you close to me.

I pick up my guitar at night in despair. While you're in front of a vanity somewhere-thinking what to wear.
Abondened my your light that once shone white bright. I am lost now in a dark room, why have you forsaken me?
A rare, lonely vagabond of dark seas not leading to no where. Won't you lead me to dry land before I disappear.

Everybody step aside. I;ll climb the sunset stairway on the way to your porcelain noose.
This love is not old or new. Rsvping reservations to a private screening.