Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely Something comes to me And every now and then I spend my time at song and swords And curse the faults in me

And then along comes a Faery And does it want to give me kicks and be a mystic click And give me pick of stories Or maybe rather gather tales from all the days of tribulation No one ever sees When we met I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire In the eyes of faes whose sickness Is the games they play And when the masquerade is played The neighbor folks make jokes At who is most to blame today

And then along comes a Faery And does it want to set me free and Let me see reality From where they got my name And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch of hers Will make them not the same When we met I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed The gassed and flaccid dreams Are flung across the stars The psychodramas and the traumas gone The songs have all been sung And hung upon the scars

And then along comes a Faery And does she want to see the stains, The dead remains of all the pain She left the night before Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies And make them realize Their urgent cry for sight no more When we met I was sure out to lunch Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch Sweet as the punch