The scale

I have a sequin for an eye, pick a rose and hide my face
This is a bandit's life, it comes and goes, and them's the breaks
Under a molten sky, beyond the road, we lie in wait
You think they know us now?
Wait 'til the stars come out

You see that?
Well, I made you
And now I take you back
It's too late
Today I can define the lack
I made you
And now I take you back

My son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right

My son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right

I can still feel it when you lie, pick a rose just to hide my face
If there's something I should know
I seek no science where there is no shade
Under a molten sky
Let the days collide

Well, I made you
And now I take you back

My son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right

My son, you sleep in clouds of fire
That's all and that's right