Type O Negative - Haunted Lyrics
A swollen sun melting at the horizonBetween the sheets I wait for her to comeA living flame, impossible to resistBurning me deep with every bite, kiss and lickIm hauntedIm hauntedIm haunted (by her)Invades my sleep with tumescent intentionsHades Im sure must be missing a demonI hate the morningI hate the morningFrom the panes a green mist swirlsIs it a shadow of reflectionThis apparition in moon beams bathedA voice like wind through trees beckonsCool rain on hot summer stoneThe odor fills my presenceOf freshly dug grave and deatha nd nightThese things are her essenceNocturnal mistress, spirit loverYour mouth of wine and woodsmoke tasteMy goddess of the violet twilightYou are lust incarnateIn the sweat of my bedThe eastern sky hints of dawningAlone and awake but exhausted I lieOh how I hate the morningI hate the morning (light)I hate the morning (light)