 (Lanegan)
He wrote a name
With the needle gun
In black and blue
Your eyes are stone she said
Beautiful and dead
And I wish you well
I took a turn on this carousel
How long ago now, I never can tell
I never stopped to wonder
Maybe a morning, maybe, a thousand years
I only walk high wires
Attend a needing
The magnolia's dying
Long coarse and primitive
I wish love, lord
I wish love could live, forever
What I once saw burning bright as hell, now here comes that weird chill
I don't stop to wonder
Threaded a name
Through the needle's eye
As a frame
Tied the ends and stitched it up
And hung my head down and wept
But I wish you well
Who'll pray for the killer's sake
I used to be so wide awake
Like certain mornings
That last a thousand hours
Long coarse and primitive
I wish love, lord
I wish love could live forever
I'm burning bright at hell, here comes that weird chill
But I wish you well
Your eyes are stone she said, truly beautiful and dead
I wish you well
I want to ride on this carousel
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