Mark Lanegan
Miracle
[Verse 1]
I promise you a miracle and it will be done
Upon this one last disappearing
Bells toll, new lands!
And I look up
Sometimes to see
This old black Mary reach down for me
I need someone for my plaything
I'm so lonesome in my playground
You, baby, go straight to my head
And make it seem like a miracle
And make it something beautiful
Something beautiful