Down on the streetThe night is a whore for dreams of foolsWhere things of old still turn to goldIn hands of ghoulsOh I would castrate you a choir of the damnedTo sing you songs of loveOf kisses cursed by the dog starAnd when the summer turns to fall I'd stay with youWatching the leaves turn gold and grey outside your roomFor here is juice of poppy bruisedWith hemlock black and poisonous infusedYea life is a witchAnd then you flySomniferumDown on the streetThe neon spells out my true loveHow I fell for her kisses coldOn my skin as a tip of steelLed by the angels whiteThrough gravestones blank and cleanOn thru the pastures of greenI'd be all things that might have beenAnd where the angels fear to tread I'd walk with youFor there is nothing that can harm a love that's trueFor here is juice of poppy bruisedWith hemlock black and poisonous infusedYea life is a witchAnd then you flySomniferumAnd death is not blackBut snow white as charmsTreasured out of sightUntouched by the august sunUnto which all life must be undoneOh in the endLove, dream and death are one again