[Spoken:] ...the sergeant drop to the ground In the shadow of a low branch They heard a branch crack to the left Then the sound of footsteps Two of the renegades carrying firewood, a third with a rifle Were walking towards them Closer and closer
The sea gobbles up the full sun And I look at you and I know you're the one The one I used to know something about And I try to say what it was, but the words won't come out And you ask me to hold you That's the devils' work.
You show your palms and I see they're empty And I'd check them twice if you'd let me But you wouldn't do that now would you? I didn't think so. And you ask me to hold you That's the devils' work.
We stand on the sand and we watch the world turn And we stand on the sand and we watch the water burn And we stand on the sand six inches from one another And the sands burn and blow and neither one of runs for cover And you ask me to hold you That's the devils' work. And you ask me to hold you That's the devils' work