I never had a soul
despite what my eyes told
I lost it in the angels war of old
I lost it in the angels war of old
My eyes are black as space
and in them you won’t find a trace
Of anything but raw passion and pain
anything but raw passion and pain
I never took your soul
despite what you’ve been sold
When our eyes met your heart was black as coal
When our eyes met your heart was black as coal
If anything was done,
well, maybe I just gave you one
And now my ghost wanes in New England’s sun
now my ghost wanes in New England’s sun
I can’t see where I’m heading
I lost track of where I’ve been
I stare through rain-soaked windows
Before an empty glass of gin
I turn from my reflection
I can’t gaze upon the dead
I’m scared of where I’m heading
I lost faith in where I’ve been
I’m ever hunting souls
despite what deaths unfold
Until the day my eyes forever close
Until the day my eyes forever close
To set my conscious free,
To find what’s whole in me
To wander spaces deep infinite sea
To wander spaces deep infinite sea
I can’t see where I’m heading
I lost track of where I’ve been
I stare through rain-soaked windows
Before an empty glass of gin
I turn from my reflection
I can’t gaze upon the dead
I’m scared of where I’m heading
I lost faith in where I’ve been
I’ll be hunting darkness down
And from it I will cut a shroud
I’ll drape it over all around here
I’ll force it deep inside the ground
All love is dead and won’t be found
You won’t be seeing me around here
anymore