Be my Druidess Be my everything Be my Druidess Be mine Around the pyre a circle of thirteen Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams I look deeply into
Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I think she's falling out of
My cinnamon girl My cinnamon girl I want to live with a cinnamon girl I could be happy the rest of my life with her A dreamer of pictures, I run in
Now like a bird she flew away To chase her dreams of books and praise Still I miss her, yeah I miss her, since she's gone At JFK, who played the fool
A swollen sun melting in the horizon Between the sheets where I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every
Spring won't come, the need of strife to struggle To be freed from hard ground The evenings mists that creep and crawl Will drench me in dew and so drown
Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A
It's no secret we're close As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together now In their '62 'vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted
Yourself so wet invites me in Our lust increased feeds desire As we combust, yeah we on fire I feel you shake so deep inside O oh scream my name and
: Spring won't come, the need of strife To struggle to be freed from hard ground The evening mists that creep and crawl Will drench in the dew and so
: In her place one hundred candles burning as salty sweat drips from her breast her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the
: Now like a bird she flew away to chase her dreams of books and praise still I miss her yeah I miss her since she's gone at JFK who played the fool
: Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A furry vino tinted slave Molten oil painted Brooklyn
: yeah i think she's falling out of love yeah i think she's falling out of love yeah i think she's falling out of love yeah i think she's falling out
: Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!
: [by Neil Young] I wanna live with a cinnamon girl I could be happy the rest of my life With a cinnamon girl. A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
