Always Beware when you Call the Devil 'cause Every Favour Garnered Has an Intention. Jars of Kisses Left on the Mantle Next to Orbs of Peace and Quiet. Reach out and Save me Touch me Utter those Very Words that once You sang to me with my Zither And after you Brought me the Choice and I Decided Every chance I'll Fight for feeling Golden and Hopeful It might Just be the Key to Living My life Nobly O-oh O-oh Please come Quickly Rescue me with your Soothing Touch it Understands the Very heart and Where you touch me You trace lines and Zig-zags on the insides of my Arms