(j. buckley/g. lucas)
(it’s a song about a dream)
Well I’m lying in my bed
The blanket is warm
This body will never be safe from harm
Don’t wanna weep for you, I don’t wanna know
I’m blind and tortured, the white horses flow
The memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
Black beauty I love you so
So, so...
The welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
Well it’s you I’ve waited my life to see
It’s you I’ve searched so hard for...
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