Black heart (live 1992)

Playing, with little pictures that my mind sends

Counting the moments ‘til my world ends

All I remembered are the bad times

Chewing away at my insides

When you looked that way

Oh I knew you wanted to hurt

That you killed all of my dreams

With your black, black heart

Night creeps

Its wicked way just like a spider

Stealing, the feelings that hide

Black heart and wild

You were so like an angry child

When you looked that way

Oh I knew you wanted to hurt

But you killed all of my dreams

With your black, black heart