So, flick a switch
Get it lit
Just shake a hip
Ears pricked
Pocket picked
Lip bit
In between
The guillotine
And desperate means
On the coast
You caught a dose
Of blasphemy

And the wind—it blows and blows
Is it real or is it show?
Ask the stranger. He will know
It's just the same sad story
Of giving better than you get
I gave you pearls and diamonds
You gave me bruises and blood-red regrets

It's a saving grace
Twisted fate
So, peel the paint
Chronic use
Self-abuse
So, cut it loose
So, poison path
Do the math
First is last
Hard mile
Sly smile
All the while

And the wind—it blows and blows
And the sky—it snows and snows
Ask the stranger. He will know
It's just the same sad story
Of giving better than you get
I gave you pearls and diamonds
You gave me bruises and blood-red regrets

And the wind—it blows and blows
And the sky—it snows and snows
Ask the stranger. He will know
It's just the same sad story
Of giving better than you get
Said I gave you pearls and diamonds
You gave me bruises and blood-red regrets

You gave me bruises and blood-red regrets
You gave me bruises and blood-red regrets