The Line Between The Devil’s Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat)

By Peter Murphy

On The Line Between The Devil’s Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat) (Single)

Released on 1989

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[Verse 1]

A white light, blazing deep

Through the wasteland, searching we

Soaring birds now hunt the brow

As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now

Clear sighted, painful, ends to win

The battle of the me, so wafer thin

The line between the devil's teeth

And that which cannot be repeat


[Verse 2]

Push me in take me toward

The subject in, the subject taught

A war without, a war within

Join head and heart for to begin

Bemused, we flinch, no easy work

For invited men are loath to shirk

The line between the devil's teeth

And that which cannot be repeat


[Chorus]

War, work

War, work

War, work


[Verse 1]

A white light, blazing deep

Through the wasteland, searching we

Soaring birds now hunt the brow

As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now

Clear sighted, painful, ends to win

The battle of the me, so wafer thin

The line between the devil's teeth

And that which cannot be repeat


[Chorus]

(War, work)

And you will understand

Oh, my burning pride

(War, work)

Rips me up inside

? once again

(War, work)

You will understand

Rips me up inside

Rips me up inside


[Bridge]

Hey man, how will you feel

When all you have is all you are?

Hey man, how will you feel

When all you have is all you are?

Is your only true friend

When above you in the firmament

Flow the blood of the prophets

Out of your reach

From your aching speech


[Verse 1]

A white light, blazing deep

Through the wasteland, searching we

Soaring birds now hunt the brow

As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now

Clear sighted, painful, ends to win

The battle of the me, so wafer thin

The line between the devil's teeth

And that which cannot be repeat


[Chorus]

War, work

War, work

War, work


[Bridge]

Hey man, how will you feel

When all you have is all you are?

Hey man, how will you feel

When all you have is all you are?

Is your only true friend

When above you in the firmament

Flow the blood of the prophets

Out of your reach

From your aching speech