Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 1 - A Fistful of Dust

Drink

I drink to the sun in the morning breeze,

I think of you, as light falls through the trees,

The devil dances by my side,

I cannot run, I cannot hide.

I drink to the sun and party all day,

I drink and wonder what to say,

And the devil is still by my side,

He wants my soul, damn he tried.

I drink to the noon time air,

I miss you always this I swear,

The devil laughs in my head,

I will not sleep I'm much too scared.

I drink in the evening and wait for you,

I sit and wait table for two,

And the devil gives me drink,

It's too much I cannot think!

I drink as the moon climbs high,

You have left me, I don't know why,

And the devil drinks with me,

Ever heard the phrase you'll be the death of me?