Reaching in to my mind Sticky fingers picking in the corners of the edges of my frayed sanity Black hostess played by the lady in white Taken by the flow of her magical gown
I'm breathing low in a delicate state
You take hold of my spirit And you pull it from the ground Gone with you for good before i even turn around And i wish i could feel i won't ever let you down
Stones they throw are as fictional as you 120 shades of the deepest evil blue What do you want from me you couldn't get from someone else With your red satin rivulets you swore you'd never tell
You take hold of my spirit And you pull it from the ground Gone with you for good before i even turn around And i wish i could feel i won't ever let you down
Now i wish i could feel you won't ever have me down
