Lyrics Richard Thompson

Richard Thompson

Dungeons for Eyes

He's smiling at me

The man with the blood on his hands

The man with the snakes in his shoes

Am I supposed to love him?

He's smiling at me

The hero who chained up the dogs

Mephistopheles shorn of his tail

Am I supposed to love him?

Am I supposed to shake his hand?

Souls whisper to me

Souls torn from bodies

Souls lost and wandering

Smile that smile

But eyes don't lie

It's black in there, and bloody

Dungeons for eyes

He's got that smell

The musty old smell of a priest

The damp and mold of neglect

The smell of fresh earth dug over

But how we forgive

Old rivalries half-forgot

We smile as best as we can

But I can't let it go

But I can't let it go

I can't forgive you, I can't forgive me

Souls whisper to me

Souls torn from bodies

Souls lost and wandering

Smile that smile

But eyes don't lie

It's black in there, and bloody

Dungeons for eyes

Dungeons for eyes