Black heart (live 1992)

Playing, with little pictures that my mind sends
Counting the moments ‘til my world ends
All I remembered are the bad times
Chewing away at my insides

When you looked that way
Oh I knew you wanted to hurt
That you killed all of my dreams
With your black, black heart

Night creeps
Its wicked way just like a spider
Stealing, the feelings that hide
Black heart and wild
You were so like an angry child

When you looked that way
Oh I knew you wanted to hurt
But you killed all of my dreams
With your black, black heart