Lyrics Haunted (Per Version) - Type O Negative
A
swollen
sun
melting
at
the
horizon
Between
the
sheets
I
wait
for
her
to
come
A
living
flame,
impossible
to
resist
Burning
me
deep
with
every
bite,
kiss
and
lick
I′m
haunted
I'm
haunted
I′m
haunted
(by
her)
Invades
my
sleep
with
tumescent
intentions
Hades
I'm
sure
must
be
missing
a
demon
I
hate
the
morning
I
hate
the
morning
From
the
panes
a
green
mist
swirls
Is
it
a
shadow
of
reflection?
This
apparition
in
moon
beams
bathed
A
voice
like
wind
through
trees
beckons
Cool
rain
on
hot
summer
stone
The
odor
fills
my
presence
Of
freshly
dug
grave
and
death
and
night
These
things
are
her
essence
Nocturnal
mistress,
spirit
lover
Your
mouth
of
wine
and
woodsmoke
taste
My
goddess
of
the
violet
twilight
You
are
lust
incarnate
In
the
sweat
of
my
bed
The
eastern
sky
hints
of
dawning
Alone
and
awake
but
exhausted
I
lie
Oh
how
I
hate
the
morning
I
hate
the
morning
(light)
I
hate
the
morning
(light)
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