I walk the twelve acres to the mill Where water's held sacred and mornings are still I spend nights with Maurice He knew a thing or two about God I been tortured, I been teased But never to that dark side of Love.
I write out some letters to send to the farm Where mother still withers, and dad is still gone I smoke a bit of that strong stuff Til I start speaking in tongues I sip a bit of that pruno wine It'll take me to that dark side of Love.
I walk the twelve acres to the end Where lust turns to vapor and dissolves on my skin And then the sky is torn open I hear trumpets from above My heart's thumping hallelujah And I descend into the dark side of Love I descend into the dark side of Love I descend into the dark.