Interpret:

Poets Of The Fall

Album:

Jealous Gods

I’ve talked to the ladies down the walk
I've drunk in tattoos that 
Have brought the world to my eyes
Understanding opens doors
to the intricate weave 
Of how good tomorrow could be


Been doused in elixir to numb my pains
And black and white thoughts 
Have all bowed to me
As I’ve walked through 
Their unlit corridors
And weak as I am you’re 
Like an angel standing by me


When sorrow calls my name
I know nothing stays the same


I've talked to the men of high regard
In rooms ever white and my soul 
Grew dark by their words
Softly sweet as kissing lips
A kaleidoscope of no consolation at all


I've bargained my bit with fate and all
With no preconceptions of immortality
I rolled the dice uncompromised
And lost as I am you're my good samaritan


When sorrow calls my name
I know nothing stays the same