Where the devil looks, it stands against the wall
Where it tells its lies through shades of apple trees
Down the misty path through towns so black and grey
Out in the winding, winding, blinding, binding sun
Where the devil sighs, it turns against its host
Where it shows its smile, it curls up in a bowl
In the silent breeze, it hands from dusk to dawn
Out in the winding, winding, blinding, binding sun
Out in the winding, winding, blinding, binding sun
Show me why you love me
Show me why you hate me
Turn into me, show me my rules
Show me why you love me
Show me my rules
Why does the earth turn inside
Show me my rules
