| Out of the darkness and into the cold
|
| trying to take something
|
| that’s good for the soul
|
| watching the chances scatter and fall
|
| and spinning the wheel
|
| cause you’ve lost control
|
| and we can dance, dance the poison
|
| right out of your soul
|
| and we can dance, dance the devil
|
| back into his hole
|
| sitting with people
|
| who are draining your strength
|
| always trying to find somewhere
|
| that nobody’s been
|
| and living your life with one good intent
|
| and we can dance, dance the poison
|
| right out of your soul
|
| and we can dance, dance the devil
|
| back into his hole
|
| there is no life I know
|
| that compare to pure imagination
|
| Out of the darkness and into the cold
|
| trying to take something
|
| that’s good for the soul
|
| watching the chances scatter and fall
|
| and spinning the wheel
|
| cause you’ve lost control
|
| and we can dance, dance the poison
|
| right out of your soul
|
| and we can dance, dance the devil
|
| back into his hole
|
| sitting with people
|
| who are draining your strength
|
| always trying to find somewhere
|
| that nobody’s been
|
| and living your life with one good intent
|
| and we can dance, dance the poison
|
| right out of your soul
|
| and we can dance, dance the devil
|
| back into his hole
|
| there is no life I know
|
| that compare to pure imagination |