He wrote a name with the needle gun In black and blue, your eyes are stone she said Beautiful and dead, and I wish you well I took a turn on this carousel How long ago now, I never can tell I never stopped to wonder Maybe a morning, maybe a thousand years I only walk high wires attend a needing The magnolia's dying, long coarse and primitive I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever What I once saw burning bright as hell Now here comes that weird chill, I don't stop to wonder Threaded a name, through the needle's eye As a frame, tied the ends and stitched it up And hung my head down and wept But I wish you well, who'll pray for the killer's sake I used to be so wide awake Like certain mornings that last a thousand hours Long coarse and primitive I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever I'm burning bright at hell, here comes that weird chill But I wish you well, your eyes are stone she said Truly beautiful and dead, I wish you well I want to ride on this carousel But, I never really stopped to wonder