(Verse 1)
The lies ye spun, they cut me deep, a cruel and bitter sting,
Each word a twisted, wicked tune, a mournful song they"d sing.
But sorra" the pain, it"s me own fool heart, that"s done the greatest wrong,
For believin" every blessed word, where truth did not belong.
A darkness crept where charm once danced, a shadow in yer smile,
A wicked glint in bedroom eyes, that"d beguiled me for a while.
The veil it tore, the mask it fell, yer true self stood revealed,
The pretty picture shattered now, the falsehood all congealed.
(Chorus)
A devil in a tin-foil halo, wings of chicken feather light,
Ye bathed yerself in golden lies, and blinded me from sight.
But now, the fog has lifted, the charade laid bare and cold,
No slip of tongue, no careless deed, could this dark story hold.
"Twas standin" there beside that lad, yer shadowed truth did show,
The sunny days of fancy, gone, replaced by winter"s woe.
(Verse 2)
The hurt, it burns like brimstone fire, a hellish, awful pain,
The sulphur "neath yer nails, where ye ripped out love"s sweet rain.
A broken dream, like shattered glass, around me it did fall,
Yet, strangely, "tis a lesser hurt, than I"d expected at all.
A dizzyin" confusion, me mind it cannot grasp,
As if the very ground beneath, has given way to clasp.
A fallen angel, standin" near, dispellin" all the mist,
A familiar face, from long ago, a memory I"ve kissed.
(Chorus)
A devil in a tin-foil halo, wings of chicken feather light,
Ye bathed yerself in golden lies, and blinded me from sight.
But now, the fog has lifted, the charade laid bare and cold,
No slip of tongue, no careless deed, could this dark story hold.
"Twas standin" there beside that lad, yer shadowed truth did show,
The sunny days of fancy, gone, replaced by winter"s woe.
(Bridge)
A gentle pull, a whisper soft, like rain upon a flame,
His hidden scars, where sorrow dwells, each etched with bitter name.
Each wound a story, deep inside, a twin within his heart,
Yet through the dirt, a genuine light, that sets the soul apart.
The broken armor, it shines bright, a beacon in the night,
A savin" grace, a guiding star, a pure and holy light.
Perhaps we"ve met in ages past, in realms beyond this place,
A kindred spirit, callin" out, with ancient, haunted grace.
(Outro)
Maybe we knew each other then, in some forgotten time,
A connection forged in other lives, a love that"s truly prime.
A spectral bond, a timeless tie, a knowing, deep and true,
A soul entwined with destiny, forever me and you.
