You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The

Dark in their hearts, I can feel it burn inside of me Tormented young with no souls, haunting me Pain in their lives all they know is misery Take these chains away that are holding me down (holding me down) Eternal rest in time Black enchanting eyes, Cut

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Not really cynical Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Now I'm really cynical Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting Please don't let me go