This truly is the Devil's crayon Tracing your shoulder blades aglow like rayon This truly is the Devil's crayon That all his children use to draw In the darkened house of love I felt like I was sleeping rough The bath ran cold But this is a palace and that was a squat Baby, there's have alls, there are have nots I'm happy with what I got This truly is the Devil's answer Carved from the tongue of this romancer This truly is the Devil's answer That all his children use to kiss The past pulls faces of those who vaguely resemble love But weren't close enough And you remind me of the person I wanted to be Before I forgot Ooh, a palace Ooh Ooh, a palace A palace, it's our palace