作曲 : John Grant I thought that I knew where my heart, it had landed I thought that I'd worked it all out I thought you'd be willing to hold me at night and I thought that that's what I would want But I was a blind man in love with a demon and I couldn't figure it out Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have stared to strip all the sense from my mind This desert, it seems to have no plans of ending So I have to make it my home You gave me a chance, now I know I can't take it I'd rather just be here alone Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind I have let you play me and take me to places that I thought that I couldn't find Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind Don't talk to me about love This has nothing to do with that word This is just good old-fashioned exploitation You're not serious So just like a dog that returns to his vomit I guess that I do it because I get no more pleasure from self-deprecation It's not as much fun as it was Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
作曲 : John Grant I thought that I knew where my heart, it had landed I thought that I'd worked it all out I thought you'd be willing to hold me at night and I thought that that's what I would want But I was a blind man in love with a demon and I couldn't figure it out Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have stared to strip all the sense from my mind This desert, it seems to have no plans of ending So I have to make it my home You gave me a chance, now I know I can't take it I'd rather just be here alone Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind I have let you play me and take me to places that I thought that I couldn't find Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind Don't talk to me about love This has nothing to do with that word This is just good old-fashioned exploitation You're not serious So just like a dog that returns to his vomit I guess that I do it because I get no more pleasure from self-deprecation It's not as much fun as it was Your bright black eyes have started to quench all the light in my soul Your bright black eyes have started to strip all the sense from my mind
