Black wings scything through the blue
No line attaches me to you
It's not a massive lifting weight
Or a busted-open prison gate
I drink to your health - you drink to mine
Sort out the strychnine from the wine
And all the riddles in the air
Can take the devil, I don't care
You don't feel love filling in your sail to soar the midnight
You've given up on open skies
But look, yeah look
How the vulture on your shoulder grins wider
Hey what do you know - hey what do you want?
These dark fated waves come along
And they surge back and roll
When they catch you up they crash and you fold
You don't feel love filling in your sail to soar the midnight
You've given up on open skies
But look, yeah look
How the vulture on your shoulder grins wider
Black wings scything through the blue...