(Kevin, is this the one? It's about T. S. )
M.Black 1987  


Friday blue turns blacker
flying high tonight
and my Gypsy blood flows freely,
Gypsy look so right

Stars like neon pin holes
in the velvet sky
take this broken mind and hide it
I don't wanna cry

Oh, Rain, fall on me,
Oh the pain~ gets so bad that I can't see

I can see Him clearly,
then my eyes are blind
can you help me Lord I'm falling,
I don't wanna die

(can't you hear me calling you...)