Saturday, July 11, 2009

"What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine with a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene. I get lost in the night, so high I don't want to come down to face the loss of the good thing that I had found. In the dark of the night, I can hear you callin' my name with the hardest of hearts, I still feel full of pain. So I drink and I smoke and I ask if you're ever around even though it was me who drove us right in the ground. See, the time we shared, it was precious to me, but all the while I was dreamin' of revelry. I wanna run, baby, run like a stream down a mountainside with the wind at my back, I don't ever even bat an eye. Just know it was you all along who had a hold of my heart, but the demon and me were the best of friends from the start. So, the time we shared, it was precious to me but all the while I was dreamin' of revelry. And I told myself - boy, away you go. It rained so hard that it felt like snow. Everything came tumbling down on me. In the back of the woods, in the dark of night, the palest of the old moonlight, everything just felt so incomplete.. Dreamin of revelry."

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