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