It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you
The way you kissed me this morning
It told me that
The last of man's great unchained beasts
Lies lapping at my
She captured both rock and bird
Tied one to the leg
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the
Caught in the vice of heaven and earth
He turned his
There's a young man in the corner playing Crazy all
There are witches in the hills calling my name
Saying come
How could he take you in his arms
And help you
