Once, it was good, it was everything
Once it was good, it was song
And you pretended it was meant to be
But somehow you knew it was wrong
Somehow, you knew
Once, she drew you to her endlessly
Haunted you, all that you held
And when she whispered, "Lover, be with me"
How sweet the confusion you felt
How sweet and confused
When it was good, nights were so fine
Swilling her sadness like sweet, holy wine
You'd kiss her sore, and still want more of her
More, more, more
More of the perfumed milk of her spell
The lover from hell
Once, she moved through you like memory
A harvest moon pulling her tide
Arising and falling, a reverie
Part of you always denied
A part of you, always
Once, all she knew was a mystery
Was she confused? Who could tell?
But she would get to you, listening
A lover, she knew you so well
A lover she knew
When it was good, nights were so fine
Swilling her sadness like sweet, holy wine
Sipping it slow, oh, baby, yes
Her tears that would flow, each one a caress
You'd kiss her sore, and still want more of her
More, more, more...
More of the perfumed milk of her spell
The lover from hell
She'd whisper "Lover, come be with me,"
My lover from hell