Sanoja: Mark Lanegan. Miracle.

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

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