The tales of lies and all those things
We tought about those days
The certainty that judgment brings
And all those petty ways
The papers on the desk that day
The sun is coming soon
If I could force another smile
It'd probably be for you

So lay here baby, drink this wine
We've got music in our hearts
But the devil's got his place in me
And there's no color to his art

So I'll lay my head with spinning stars
And the poet's broken dream
And sip this poison while I dance to this off tempo beat

And I feel those broken in my heart
Their tears are like my own
I see the fields where blood is spilt
Where all good men turn to bone
And the torture of a thousand years of human story
The killing of the innocent while the wealthy sow their seeds

So lay here baby, drink this wine
We've got music in our hearts
But the devil's got his place in me
And I don't know where to start

So I'll lay my head with spinning stars
And the poet's broken dream
And sip this poison while I dance to this off tempo beat

And I'll fall asleep forevermore
My face will never show
I'll leave your house at 5 am
Kiss your cheek before I go
And I'll write down all those precious words that I could never say
Cos' the devil's got his plance in me
And I'm meeting him today