Black-haired lady, morning snow
Spinning a secret no one knows
Monday you were crazy and wanted more
By Wednesday you were running for the door
But Sundays aren't the same without you
And New Year's Eve will be a bust too
Remember what you whispered in my ear that night
I'd never heard a sweeter voice in my life
So you can tell me you don't feel a thing
Even if we know it's not true
And you can say that you don't really care
But I can sing those same verses too
And I can keep telling you every night
But I don't know what good it will do
What's the point you said when
I asked what you were thinking then
Different cities and it feels like worlds apart
But all I have to do is drive a few hours in my car
Monday you said 'wish you were here
By Wednesday morning you said stay there
So you can tell me you don't feel a thing
Even if we know it's not true
And you can say that you don't really care
But I can sing those same verses too
And I can keep telling you every night
But I don't know what good it will do
What's the point you said when
I asked what you were thinking then
Never stare into a burnt red sun
Never stare into a burnt red sun
Never stare into a burnt red sun