Devil's Spoke
I might be a part of thisRipple on water from a lonesome dripA fallen tree that witness meHim alone him and me
And then life itself could not aspireTo have someone be so admiredI threw creation to my kingWith a silence broken by a whispered wind
All of this can be brokenAll of this can be brokenHold your devil by his spokeAnd spin him to the ground
And root to root and tip to tipI look at him, my country gypAnd let it up by all his fearsBut someone brought you close to tears
Many trains and many milesBrought you to me on this sunny isleAnd what of which you wish to speakHave you come here to rescue me?
All of this can be brokenAll of this can be brokenHold your devil by his spokeAnd spin him to the ground
But the love of your life lives but lies no moreAnd where she lay a flower growsThe arms that fed and the babes that wed,The backs that bled keeping her in tow,
But I am your keeperAnd I hold your face away from mineI am yours till they comeI am yours till they come
Eye to eye, nose to noseRipping off each other's clothes in a most peculiar wayEye to eye, nose to noseRipping off each other's clothes in a most peculiar way