afghan whigs, night by candlelight
[black love]:

Repeat these words
After me
In all honesty
Repeat these words
After me
If you dare to believe this yourself

Am I vain? Have I shame?
Are my thoughts of a man
Who can call himself sane?
Do I blame all my pain
On the wickedness
I have arranged?
If I do, bring it down

Is my fate all the same
As the man who has
Walked the line straight?
If it is, bring it down

And I,
I must rely, my dear
And I
cannot deny, my dear
There will be a reckoning
Which was,
Is,
And is to come.