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? I made you And now I take you back It's too late But today I can define the lack I made you And now I take you back 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 Well, 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 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