I swallow his beasts, I absorb his demons
Like shock therapy, flypaper in the evening
I'm cold alone, then he brings me home
In an alley between the old gods and the new game
We happened to meet, came alive on a Sunday
I'm told of Rome and all its roads
But ooh, I sing for you, my sweet thing
You alone know the good I can do
To love you or become you, I can never choose
So I sink my teeth deep into him
And I come up bloody and beat, took the brunt of the ruin
I'm young again from his western wind
Now I'm up to my knees in the weeds and the letters
Still seems so strange to me that to bleed made me better
I'm spinning gold out of all I know
But ooh, I sing for you, my sweet thing
You alone know the good I can do
To love you or become you, I could never choose
