Delicate phantom corridors
of sleep
she follows me
into the recesses

My final angel
beckons
lost in the obscurity of
too much

Break open our
weapons
load up the silver
rounds

"We ain't got time
to die my love"
We're movin' too fast
to die

(I've seen her crying by
the wishing well
but you need throw no coins
nor make no wishes)

the devil is only one facet of my
love for you