Black Mass

Now, Madeline, your friends don’t understand the thing we have

You sit up nightly on the bed

Leave the TV in the corner on

Sometimes, you don't know really what's going on

Your mother swears it's in your head

So sit outside your house waiting

So can I come over?

I'm not dream that you wish you'd had

If faced the choice

You'd dream so coy of all the boys

Well, let me tell ya now

Madeline

When you were young, did you think We would wed?

I always did but never said

Oh, in the summer in your favourite dress

When all your first loves left you such a mess

I'd come on over, and nonetheless

So I sit outside your house Waiting

So can I come over?

I'm not a dream that you wish you had

If faced the choice

You'd dream so coy of all the boys

Darling, I see you

With those open sleeping eyes

In the night time under moonlight

Under sweeping starry skies

Now

Can I come over?

I'm not dream that you wish you'd had

If faced the choice

You'd dream so coy of all the boys

Of all the boys, hey!

So can I come over?

I'm not a dream that you wish you had

If faced the choice

You'd dream so coy of all the boys