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 [bad word] dog pound
and I’m givin’ some [bad word] 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