Your lovely form and fearsome eyes Fuels our war, fuels our lies I dreamt of you in a fever’s fire Your lovely form was draped in silver wire You always say that stars align Whenever your world bumps into mine I dreamt of you, your hands were bound I had to leave you just as you were found Silver hoops of silver wire Every man here was born a liar Shackles made of silver wire Cut them loose and jump into the fire Let’s think about your final days So many memories pass my way I’ll take your smile but not your blame Can you promise me that you won’t curse my name? It’s in your hands but not in mine Twisting wire, twisted lies (suits me fine) I dreamt of you in a fever’s fire Your lovely form was draped in silver wire Silver hoops of silver wire Every man here was born a liar Shackles made of silver wire Cut them loose and jump into the fire