House Of Spirits

In this House of Spirits, every glass tells a tale

Of love and denial of dreams and desires or glory days long passed

In this House of Spirits, where ten thousand songs were sung

The tables are well polished waiting for the night to come

When men and women etch their stories in bottles of amber gold

And the devil and all the angels watch to see what tale is told

In this house of spirits where I grew up fast and hard

No one to stop me on my wayward search for a place for my broken heart

Many nights I spent distracted in the arms of Lady Euphoria

She begged me with a promise, trade your pain for just one more

At last to join my elders all alone at the corner bar