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 it��s a sweet ride
sleep tight for me
sleep tight for me i��m gone

warm and sweet
swinging from a windows ledge
tight and deep
one last sin before i��m 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 it��s a sweet ride
here for me tonight
��cause i feel i��m going
feel i��m slowing down