He wrote a name with the needle gun   In black and blue, your eyes are stone she said   Beautiful and dead, and I wish you well   I took a turn on this carousel   How long ago now, I never can tell   I never stopped to wonder      Maybe a morning, maybe a thousand years   I only walk high wires attend a needing   The magnolia's dying, long coarse and primitive   I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever   What I once saw burning bright as hell   Now here comes that weird chill, I don't stop to wonder      Threaded a name, through the needle's eye   As a frame, tied the ends and stitched it up   And hung my head down and wept   But I wish you well, who'll pray for the killer's sake   I used to be so wide awake   Like certain mornings that last a thousand hours      Long coarse and primitive   I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever   I'm burning bright at hell, here comes that weird chill   But I wish you well, your eyes are stone she said   Truly beautiful and dead, I wish you well   I want to ride on this carousel   But, I never really stopped to wonder