Under the night coat and over the skin,turn all the lights out and let us begin.Gather this falling, a bird to your breastshould sing you a song if you take her to bed.Oh, the devil’s trade freedom for all our days.The apple had the price of a snake.And I will pay.Soft as a dormouse, untangle our limbs.A kiss on the knee, now you’re gone with the wind.Everything’s different and I don’t belong.I’m cold as a kitchen in the breaking of dawn.And though it hurts to breathe, I’d die before I’d leave.Oh, the devil’s trade freedom for all our days.The apple had the price of a snake.But I will pay.