The Devil's Own Lyrics - Secrets Of The Beehive - David Sylvian

The night is dark and cold 

The strong winds and the rain 

Crack the branches upon my window 

The devil beats his drum 

Casting out his spell 

Dragging all his own down into hell 

The ticking of the clock 

Inexorably goes on 

The howling of the stray souls of heaven 

The treasures of the cove 

Where the traders stored their gold 

Echo voices still dead to the world 

Underneath the vine 

Shaded by the leaves 

I still hold you close to me 

Beneath the open stars 

Beneath the pillows and the sheets 

I still hold you dear to me 

The ticking of the clock 

Surely sunrise won't be long 

When darkness hides inside it's own shadow 

The devil beats his drum 

Casting out his name 

Dragging all his own down into shame