Lyrics

I went nuts anyway The priests are pining in the hay Your little song is sung away Guess who's been after you Guess who's before you Seasons turning, looks like wind Will be coming back again Will be coming back again Light has come, remembering You standing there in that thing Busted out again until the dawn Comes creeping across the meadow lawn And time and space around you gone You're looking into blackest night Your fortune love has gone away Aw, it's here to stay