American Darkness - Chelsea Wolfe

When you come dead last

In battles long past

Intended to rip my heart out

Oracle of your secrets

Your eye was trained on me

As I stood before you, unbuttoning

Kiss me as the bell tolls

Swiftly, as the horses ride

Won’t you dance?

Won’t you dance?

Won’t you dance?

Won’t you dance?

Damn my dreams, the tormentors

Last night your mouth was on my skin

And the poppies were like fire on the mountain

I took your hand and led you home

All my old ways have started kickin' in

And my bad days are comin' round again

Left here in American darkness

River on fire and sun eclipsed

Won’t you dance?

Won’t you dance?

Won’t you dance?

Won’t you dance?

'Cause I’m comin'

'Cause I’m comin'

'Cause I’m comin'

'Cause I’m comin'

When you come

When you come

When you come

When you come back to me