You consider me the young apprentice;
caught between the Scylla and Charybdis.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger,
staring at that ring around your finger.

*You know, I'm actually glad you're not here right now. If you were, you'd mock me. Laugh at my foolishness, my... but I don't care. Sneer all you want, Spike. I know how to change your expression.*

I have only come here seeking knowledge,
things they would not teach me of in college.
I can see the destiny you sold,
turned into that shining band of gold.

*I hope that you are able to recover here, to find yourself amidst the noise and pain that is your soul. That you can find a way back, back to somewhere you recognize. I hope you can escape this madness that has settled in.*

Mephistopheles is not your name,
but I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
and you will see it come to its fruition.

*I think the city knows something's coming. It's quiet, still and tense, like a hundred thousand women holding their breaths, watching a champagne flute flutter to the dance floor. Time is slowing, Spike. Stretching out. Becoming liquid. The only thing moving normally is my mind, which is screaming for the world to get moving already.*

Devil on the deep blue sea behind me;
vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
when you find your servant is your master.

*I looked up in an atlas how far it was from the Canadian Rockies to here. I guessed your location from the postcard.*

I'll be wrapped around your finger.

And you'll be wrapped around my finger.

*You'll be here tomorrow.*