Too much wine has crossed my mind
and closed the gates.
Shadows move all across my room
in waves of late.
I almost think this table is alive.
Chorus:
Black motorcycles.
Nothing could go further in the dark.
Circle and cycle.
Now it`s going to change,
you say nothing stays the same.
Stay, I`m afraid.
I sleep all day.
A thousand hours are in your mouth.
I dreamed our learning and
now its time to dream our turning out.
Repeat chorus.
Mmmm hmmmm...
This is on, it can`t be wrong.
Repeat chorus.
Goodnight, sweet Michael.
Now you`re going to change,
you say nothing stays the same.
Free and wild, an amazing child.
You`ll be my end.