Tunnel Of Love — The Byrds

Written by Skip Battin and Kim Fowley

I ran to tunnel of love You were no longer sparking clean Well my boat got stuck in the fog Here I used to go swim in the stream The gates of the tunnel came closed Whoa my ghost was standing there by the door So I splashed back out to the street Nothing was there anymore

Oh, the water was floating with graves Where cotton candy should be And get this And girls in black robes were dancing around And touching their fingers to me

Oh I blackened my windows with soot And sandbagged the doors real good And didn't emerge from hiding Until the fallout was through

Oh, the water was floating with graves Where cotton candy should be And get this And girls in black robes were dancing around And touching their fingers to me And touching their fingers to me And touching their fingers to me And touching their fingers to me