don't lose your soul
to the syrup king
who sends you flowers
dark as the raven's wing
don't lose your way
in the midnight snow
its kiss is colder and longer
than you know
i can't wash my hands of you
i'm stained right through
love is a fire that burns
but never betrays you
fathoms below in
a twilight world
like fairground horses
we go where the wheels insist
blind from the lights
and the anisette
distorting mirrors
deep and as hard as jet
i can't wash my hands of you
i'm stained right through
love is a fire that burns
but never betrays you
i can't wash my hands of you
i'm stained right through
love is a fire that burns
but never betrays you
all that he has
is a power that persuades
run to the light that flickers
but never fades
