Last night I spoke to Floss swallowing the droughts First light in gray each time it puts me down Feeling, she starts weeping. Believing Take me down Take me down Last night a turkish knife did curse my ground First fire breathes both me out and lost me there Bleeding, she starts weeping. Believing Take me down Take me down Take me down Take me down You, you. You. You Oh, you never listen to her Oh, you never listen to her Oh, you never listen to her.