Peter Liddle - Lion's Den lyrics

Night descended like a blanket, on the house Where I miss you like a limb I close the curtains, shun the working and I put your record on I put your record on I, the lonely tax collector, never had Such a feeling before you came You descended, I amended And I need it like a hole in the head I need it like a hole in the head You took me to the lion's den And waited for the beast to begin