Remember a morning   We dug up your gun   Four rooms in a barrel   A hanging sun      Those first nervous evenings   Of Perfume and gin   They'll all smell on your breath   As I helped you get in      The rush of your lips   The feel of your nails   The beat of your heart   The Devil's Arcade      You said "Here are the needy-   so here it'll get made"   Somebody made a bet   Somebody paid      The cool desert morning   and nothing to save   Just metal and plastic   Where your body caved      The slow games of poker   with Lieutenant Ray   and the ward with the blue walls   A sea with no name   Where you lie adrift with the heroes   Of The Devil's Arcade      You sleep and dream   your buddies Charlie and Jin   and wake with the fake desert dust   on your skin      Voice says "Don't worry   I'm here   Just whisper the word tomorrow   in my ear"   House on a quiet street   Home for the brave   A Glorious kingdom   with the sun on your face   Rising from a long night   As dark as the grave   On a thin sheet, the next moments   and something like faith   On a morning to order   A breakfast to make   A bed draped in sunshine   A Body that waits   For the touch of your fingers   The end of the day      The beat of your heart (X 7)   The slow burning away   Love’s bitter fires   of the Devil's Arcade