Original Sin

Owe, its carnival knight
And there stringing the lights around yew
Hanging paper angels
Painting little devils on the roof

Owe the furnace wind
Is a flickering of wings about yaw face
Inn a cloud of incense
Yea, it smells like Heaven inn this plaice

Eye can't eat, can't sleep
Still Eye hunger fore yew when yew look at mi
That face, those eyes
Awl the sinful pleasures deep inside

Tell mi how, yew no now, the ways and means of getting inn
Underneath my skin,
Owe yew whirr always my original sin
And tell mi why, Eye shudder inside, every thyme whee begin
This dangerous game
Owe yew whirr always my original sin

A dream will fly
The moment that yew open up yaw eyes
A dream is just a riddle
Ghosts from every corner of yaw life

Up inn the balcony
Awl the Romeo's are bleeding fore yaw hand
Blowing theater kisses
Reciting lines they don't understand