That eerie music still rang and Echoed in my ears - where'd it come from? At first it was my aim to get caught Waiting for the black to replace - And I'm finally growing weary I do not struggle in your web I knew I had plunged off a precipice into the past. Beautiful - alluring - alive. How strange this was... I want so to be lovely. For him. And yet I suppose, After all the beautiful women he's known. . But he does love me, I know he loves me