The Devil’s Palace
Chris Talbot, Tom Fleming, Ben Little, Hayden Thorpe
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