The Pooka Sings - Final Fantasy

Oh, your eyes, your greedy eyes

Your dry and desperate tongue

You’ve told a lie, a lie, a lie

For every pretty note your reedy voice has sung

Do we believe in devils?

(No…)

Winged men?

The healing power of love?

(No…)

Enchantment?

Social justice?

(No…)

Dead child actors in a white, white world above?

(No…)

Why are all these songs about the things that don’t exist?

Do not resist, we’ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live

Oh, stoke the fire, we’ll burn these words tonight and never let them live

The Pooka wings away

His power over me’s at an end

And I put down my violin

I leave it down, never again