I was tied to a pole one night
When my soul was extracted
Her dress swayed and I prayed
But I didn't get an answer
Like it always has been
It still occurs to me in my dreams
The vision of this woman
At this place wrapped in haze
She took my wit and trapped my nostalgia in her maze
As she spoke the doors to heaven closed
I still dream of you woman dressed in black
You came out of the fog, raised hell and then you went back