Consort

(albüm: Beneath The Black Palms - 2020)

Off our roads
In this silent chase
I keep my roaring pace
I'm not far behind
Not a sign of fear on your face
You spin as I confide in my confidant

Who is at my side?
(Who is at my side?)

Lest I insult, let me consult
That man on my shoulder
Lest I insult, let me confide
In the devil at my side
Why, he said you looked familiar
And your blush, you couldn't hide
From the devil at my side

Far too late, too late to escape
We're leaving ancient signs
You weren't far behind
With quite the lack of wings on your back
You float as I'm advised by my consort

Who is at my side?
Who is on your side?

Lest I insult, let me consult
That man on my shoulder
Lest I insult, let me confide
In the devil at my side
Why, he said you looked familiar
Why, he said you looked divine
And your blush, you couldn't hide
From the devil at my side

There's a devil at your side
You know the devil at your side
We at last relived the past
Though we've never spoken
We've never met, yet share regret
Never-ending, never mending
What we will have broken
When we first collide

Lest I insult, let me consult
That man on my shoulder
Lest I insult, let me confide
In the devil at my side
Why, he said you looked familiar
Why, he said you looked divine
Your heresy, you couldn't hide
From the devil at my side

Why, he asked "Where's your familiar?
Might I say you look divine"
And your spell forever binds
Like the devil at my side