Your lovely form and fearsome eyes

Fuels our war, fuels our lies

I dreamt of you in a fever’s fire

Your lovely form was draped in silver wire

You always say that stars align

Whenever your world bumps into mine

I dreamt of you, your hands were bound

I had to leave you just as you were found

Silver hoops of silver wire

Every man here was born a liar

Shackles made of silver wire

Cut them loose and jump into the fire

Let’s think about your final days

So many memories pass my way

I’ll take your smile but not your blame

Can you promise me that you won’t curse my name?

It’s in your hands but not in mine

Twisting wire, twisted lies (suits me fine)

I dreamt of you in a fever’s fire

Your lovely form was draped in silver wire

Silver hoops of silver wire

Every man here was born a liar

Shackles made of silver wire

Cut them loose and jump into the fire