Wish You Well - Mark Lanegan

He wrote a name with the needle gun

In black and blue, your eyes are stone she said

Beautiful and dead, and I wish you well

I took a turn on this carousel

How long ago now, I never can tell

I never stopped to wonder

Maybe a morning, maybe a thousand years

I only walk high wires attend a needing

The magnolia’s dying, long coarse and primitive

I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever

What I once saw burning bright as hell

Now here comes that weird chill, I don’t stop to wonder

Threaded a name, through the needle’s eye

As a frame, tied the ends and stitched it up

And hung my head down and wept

But I wish you well, who’ll pray for the killer’s sake

I used to be so wide awake

Like certain mornings that last a thousand hours

Long coarse and primitive

I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever

I’m burning bright at hell, here comes that weird chill

But I wish you well, your eyes are stone she said

Truly beautiful and dead, I wish you well

I want to ride on this carousel

But, I never really stopped to wonder