A marvel light, a daze of gold Tears of a grass widow When I was young, I thought I'd be more than just a fantasy I wanna be this, I wanna be that A big black dog with the soul of a cat The blue-eyed doe, inside on me He won't leave, he's buried deep I used to have eyes, the colour of sky Now I can see, in the middle of the night I used to have eyes, the colour of sky Now I can see, in the middle of the night If I told you, would you believe My soul is wicked, I'm a thief They'd all burned me, 1690 It was a deadly night shade, which finished me Now I'm haunting and I'm looming round The old church yard and the damn dog pound I'm giving some hell and I'm feeling free Never was more than a fantasy But I fly at night and by your candlelight My shadow has you window I used to have eyes, the colour of sky Now I can see, in the middle of the night I used to have eyes, the colour of sky Now I can see, in the middle of the night (x2)
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