Im on the dark side of a hollow hill The sun comes up, babe, but its hard to get my fill Your blue serape, it fits my mood Im through with Bibles and Im through with food Somebodys calling, trying to track me down And if I dont answer, I can hang around As slide past lovers lost in the dark I look for high ground for to build an ark I cant remember when I felt so free Maybe September, the year you believed in me In Nineteen hundred and ninetynine When I found the angels adrinking wine Seems every castle is made of sand The great destroyer sleeps in every man Here comes my baby, here comes my man With that silver dagger in his hand With that silver dagger in his hand
dagger, serape, come, silver, destroyer