Raving towards Byzantium

There's eatin and drinkin in good talk says one to the other but do not forsake what was passed from your sister me brother St Aloysius is banging his head on the door while his Queen of Sheba is inside asleep on the floor
I thought I should go at the fairies to even the score for the times that they took me unwarranted and ruined my rapport with the old maid of Erin who's still standing sickly and sore as the market square heads who debauched and who bled on her pause

Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friеnd follow the instructions
And we'll rave...
Wе're raving towards Byzantium tonight

Petrichor rises as teardrops do fall from the source I've sipped many sobs from an infected gob through the years but sure who hasn't felt it we've all sang and smelted with peers she a fiend became stranger then friend once again on the beer

Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave...
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight

In the skewed aspect the room grew and grew and then spun around like the turn of the screw and al the blurry doorways led the same way and spun in slow circles like beer down the drain and the red heart of night did appear to the crowd and all answers to questions were answered out loud
Let the idiot in, let the idiot in, let the idiot in

Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave...
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight