I swallow his beasts, I absorb his demons Like shock therapy, flypaper in the evening I'm cold alone, then he brings me home In an alley between the old gods and the new game We happened to meet, came alive on a Sunday I'm told of Rome and all its roads But ooh, I sing for you, my sweet thing You alone know the good I can do To love you or become you, I can never choose So I sink my teeth deep into him And I come up bloody and beat, took the brunt of the ruin I'm young again from his western wind Now I'm up to my knees in the weeds and the letters Still seems so strange to me that to bleed made me better I'm spinning gold out of all I know But ooh, I sing for you, my sweet thing You alone know the good I can do To love you or become you, I could never choose