I marvel at the days that go
Tales of the grasswidow
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 devil inside of me
He won’t leave, he’s buried deep
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
I used to have eyes the color 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’dve burned me
1690 t’was the deadly night shade
which finished me
Now I’m haunting, and I’m loomin’ ‘round
the old church yard and the damn dog pound
and I’m givin’ some hell and I’m feelin’ free
never was more than a fantasy
but I fly at night
and by your candle light
my shadow, past your window
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
[Sierra Casady vocalizing]
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
I used to have eyes the color of sky
Now I can see in the middle of the night
