Bad Dreams

Out on the windy, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed you, possess you?
I hated you, hated you
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Then