Voodoo Chile Blues

The night was born the moon turned fire red.
Said the night I was born the moon turned a fire red.
My poor mother cried, the gypsy was right and she fell down, right down dead

I float in liquid garden down in arizona red sand
I float in liquid gardens down in arizona red sand
I taste the honey from a flower named blue
and New York drowns while we held hands

My arrows are made of desire as far away as jupitur sulfer minds
My arrows are made of dessires far away as jupitur sulfer minds, down by the methane sea
My room is made of mirrors, I see you but
lord knows I cant see me

I make love to you little girl in your sleep
and ya felt no pain
I remember walkin in your dreams late at night
and Ive seen your smile tear stain.
And Im a million miles dimensions away from you
and Im in your picture frame, picture frame
In your picture frame.