Studio 150

Black is he color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And i love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day

Sugartown has turned so sour its people angry in their sleep There's more small-town paranoia Sweeping down its evil sheets - You can tell it's witching hour You can feel the spirits rise When the room goes very quiet And there's hatred in their eyes

Why do birds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be Close to you. Why do stars fall down from the sky Every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be Close to you. From the day that you were born The angels got t