In all your giving, given is the answer.
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in my
garden.
Begging your pardon - shedding right unreason.
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.
Bending the minutes - the hours ever turning on that old gold story of
mercy.
Desperate breathing. Tongue nipple-teasing.
Your fast river flowing - your Northern fire fed.
Come, Black Satin Dancer, come softly to bed.
[Instrumental]
Black Satin Dancer, given is the answer.
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in my
garden.
[Instrumental]
Come, let me play with you; Come, Black Satin Dancer.
In all your giving, given is the answer.
Your fast river flowing - your Northern fire fed.
Come, Black Satin Dancer, come softly to bed
