Bad Dreams

Out on the windy, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper, like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me? When I needed you, possess you? I hated you, hated you Bad dreams in the night They told me I was going to lose the fight Bad dreams in the night They told me I was going to lose the fight Bad dreams in the night They told me I was going to lose the fight Bad dreams in the night They told me I was going to lose the fight Then