Black Hair - Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds

Last night my kisses were banked in black hair 
And in my bed  my lover  her hair was midnight black 
And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair 
And her black hair framed a happy heart shaped face 
And heavy hooded eyes inside her black hair 
Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black 
While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair 
Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face 
To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair 
Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair 
The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life 
On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair 
Full of all my whispered words, her black hair 
And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black 
All my tears cried against her milk-white throat 
Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair 
As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea 
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow 
Where her head and all its black hair did rest 
Today she took a train to the West 
Today she took a train to the West 
Today she took a train to the West