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.