Written by chris cornell

shadow face
blowing smoke and talking wind
lost my grip
fell too far to start again
a sudden snake
found my shape and tells the world
remember this
remember everything is just black
or burning sun

and i hope itĄŻs a sweet ride
sleep tight for me
sleep tight for me iĄŻm gone

warm and sweet
swinging from a windows ledge
tight and deep
one last sin before iĄŻm dead
a sucking holy wind
will take me from this bed tonight
and bloody wits
another hits me and i have to say goodbye

and i hope itĄŻs a sweet ride
here for me tonight
ĄŽcause i feel iĄŻm going
feel iĄŻm slowing down