I walk the twelve acres to the mill
Where water's held sacred and mornings are still
I spend nights with Maurice
He knew a thing or two about God
I been tortured, I been teased
But never to that dark side of Love.
I write out some letters to send to the farm
Where mother still withers, and dad is still gone
I smoke a bit of that strong stuff
Til I start speaking in tongues
I sip a bit of that pruno wine
It'll take me to that dark side of Love.
I walk the twelve acres to the end
Where lust turns to vapor and dissolves on my skin
And then the sky is torn open
I hear trumpets from above
My heart's thumping hallelujah
And I descend into the dark side of Love
I descend into the dark side of Love
I descend into the dark.