Mark Lanegan

Heavy head and harbour mine
Red soaked cloud at my blood shot eye
The faithful scatter, they're running away
Along for the ride
With all of my shame
Now I need someone
Oh sleep with me, sleep with me
Dark night coming won't you, sleep with me
Those feral girls will suit me more than
Gloss from drugstore magazines
Their werewolf teeth flicker and gleam
You're someone who saw the same way I see at the
Turn of a century
Skip thin dimes on sheets of ice
Got my eyes on you
You got your eyes on me
The angels have scattered, swearing to god
The albatross dies in a firing squad
I need someone