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
Diving deep into the sea of forgetfulness at the bottom of a whiskey jar