There's no resting for the wicked Imagine how tired I am I prayed for warmth and peace But some winters never end In California burning Old haunts and a new romance In life we love In death we dance I get a little too high I get a little too low Take my hand to the promised land I wanna make your dreams come true I wanna make your darkest dreams come true Cherry kisses on the lips and All gold grows under your rainbow Can I just spend my life buried alive inside of you? In life we love In death we dance In life we love In death we dance I get a little too high I get a little too low Take my hand To the promised land It's a long, long, long way to go It's a cold, cold, cold road alone Blue days Black nights Purple haze White light