Night descended
Like a blanket on a house,
Where I miss you, like a limb,
I close the curtains, shun the working and I,
Put your record on,
I put your record on
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh
I, the lonely tax collector,
Never had such a feeling,
Before you came and,
You descended, I amended and I needed like a hole in the head,
I needed like a hole in the head
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh
You took me to the lion's den
You took me to the lion's den