Riddler's Song

Well, won’t you be my baby?
Won’t you be my dream?
But babies cry and dreams will die
At least that’s how it seems, babe
At least that’s how it seems
So come into the light, babe
Where you can be seen
And sing to me a riddler’s song
Tell me what it means, babe
Tell me what it means
Like seven sins that prey upon
A gambler and his wine
And shine like sparkling wickedness
seven bottles fine, babe
Seven bottles fine
So, tell me is it you
With the voice that tortures me?
Like a thousand fiery faces
That burn me when they breathe, Lord
Burn me when they breathe
Like dervishes a-whirlin'
Our feet like the wind
Oh, the chandeliers are dancin'
With our blood mixed with gin, Lord
Blood mixed with gin
And darkness shivers up my spine
And nerves into their end
And speak the death I know is mine
At least I’m done pretending
At least I’m done pretending
Oh won’t you be my baby?
Won’t you be my dream?
But babies cry and dreams will die
At least that’s how it seems, babe
At least that’s how it seems