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 pa** 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