Amy Millan

Baby I Baby, baby since you've been gone I ain't doing so good I don't get up, paint my face and go out like I should Baby you turned a clear night sky into a dark, dark hole And when I see a sunset now I'm just looking at a painting in a cheap motel

Wild one Won't you wait with the light on Warn the weary the night comes Birds can lose their nerve Hollowed and unheard The crossed heart Yellow worded and hard up The crowded clown on your knees With so many to please No room for who you leave Towe

Love of mine, someday you will die I will be close behind, follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the inch of a spark If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied Illu