Lyrics You Will Not Be My Delilah - Paul McMahon

Down where the shadows are broken
And the trees are born without leaves
Where the breeze never is blowing
And the windmills are on their knees

You will not be my Delilah

The sky is an arc de triumph
We′re shackled and blindfolded
Marched out in a mass procession
Like the cover of Gogol's Dead souls

The sword of Damascus
Is the half moon in the sky
And though I′m chained to you
Like a dog on a lead
You won't get what you need
No matter how you try

You will not be my Delilah

We will sail the wide sea over
We will chase the sinking sun
We will raise a toast to the moon
When the day is done

But You will not be my Delilah