Through darkened streets and blackened gloom
the candles dim in your bedroom
rain reflecting shadows in the night


the moon is full and through the mist
I hear your voice I feel your kiss

the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.

Burning flesh, pale as the stars

no one knows just who you are
drive the knife in deeper to my soul


velvet touch your mouth on mine
drunk on lust like drunk on wine
the world will end we'll hear the thunder roll.


Don't even say it
don't even look away

haunted by
haunted by
black winged angel come to me

release my soul from this misery.

In the candle light you'll see

just what all this means to me
the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.