(Lanegan/Johnson) Baby, you're goin' down in the dark Show my lonely night is fallin' I don't have very long I think my blood might boil Then my veins
(Lanegan/Johnson) See through the eyes of a child <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> And it won't be real Eyes neither
(Lanegan) Love you little girl Better than I love my Better than I love myself Want you and me Forever, ever and ever Just so far from home Just so
(Lanegan/Fisk) Night train is groovy An orange jubilee Feels good comin' and goin' I'm warm all over me Fire up the crack boys And tie off my arm Cinch
(Lanegan/Johnson) Your voice is a mockingbird Calling me when the day is gone You please yourself with every word Telling me where I'm going wrong Telling
(Lanegan/Johnson) You hear them call your name From your room Far removed Don't let 'em use you in, every way Stay unchained Around and round you go
(Lanegan/Johnson) I see they're comin' Just tell me it ain't true How lonely sorrow, and I fall back to you One time or another Like I want She is
chains of gold The darkness dares my eyes to close Saw a ghost in the shadows smile I was sick in my soul All tied up in a winding sheet Still sick in
(Lanegan/Johnson) I feel your blood run cold And it's a rainy Sunday morning I count the million miles I'm driftin' From here, to hell Today Behind
(Lanegan/Johnson) Water will forgive me, I'm just tryin' to forget Starin' at the water as the waves turn ruby red Remembering Fear and paranoia run
the pines Where the sun never shines I would shiver all night through (Shiver for me now) My girl, my girl, where will you go I'm goin' where the cold winds
(Lanegan) I have to watch you come back to earth Now it's all I can do Will you still be convinced wild flowers Are waiting for you In my mind I've
(Lanegan) We got some poison in us Cyanide and nicotine More than you've ever seen More than I can believe Woe, woe, woe, woe Guns guns they all got
in chains of gold The darkness dares my eyes to close Saw a ghost in the shadows smile I was sick in my soul All tied up in a winding sheet Still sick
Traduzione: Mark Lanegan. Il Foglio Winding.
