The Inferno - Climate

And now was the day departing

The eye could catch its beam

A ceiling of sky

And fire flies

And remainders of the wind

Her eyes might meet your gaze

As fog winds through the rays

I cannot lie

Why can’t I lie?

Why can’t I lie?

So shifty and sly

And we wanted love to be

A divine comedy

And we fell in love to sing

Those pagan harmonies

And we’d pay a buck to be

The lay man on the street

And we wanted love to be

A divine comedy

And we fll in love to sing

Those pagan harmonies