Black hair in the morning sun Black hair in the evening one Ring down the curtain on me Mangled stripes of bitumen With every hour knitted in Put through the wringer of night I'll be so sad to leave I'll be so sad to leave Poured in darkness like a guess Saturated colourlessness Onyx in lanes that loom up With a lead glaze on its sleeve Forever coming up to me You said your love is void Black hair in the morning sun Black hair in the evening one Ring down the curtain on me Hold it there Let it linger on my neck Till its absence seethes the senses And i will be so sad to leave I'll be so sad to leave I'll be so sad to leave