Nights When I Am Sane

Woke up this mornin', The sundown shinin' in. I found my broken mind, In a brown paper bag of Zen. Tripped on a cloud, I fell eight miles high. Tore my mind upon a jagged sky. I just dropped in to see what condition, My condition was in. Ah, ah. Push

We would sweat and moan, Until the need in us was gone. In one another's arms, All through the night. You would cry out my name, As we were drawn into the flames. What will I do now, Now that you're gone? What will I do, In the dead of the night, Whe