Night descended
Like a blanket on a house,
Where I miss you, like a limb,
I close the curtains, shun the working and I,
Put your record on,
I put your record on
Oooh-oooh etc.
By the lonely, tax collector never had
Such a feeling, before you came and
You descended
I amended and I need it like a hole in the head
I need it like a hole in the head
Oooh-oooh etc.
You took me to the lion's den
You took me to the lion's den