written by Chris Cornell. Shadow face. Blowing smoke and talking wind. Lost my grip. Fell too far to start again. A sudden snake. Found my shape and tells the world. Remember this. Remember everything is just black. Or burning sun. And I hope itâ€™s a sweet ride. Sleep tight for me. Sleep tight for me Iâ€™m gone. Warm and sweet. Swinging from a windows ledge. Tight and deep. One last sin before Iâ€™m dead. A sucking holy wind. Will take me from this bed tonight. And bloody wits. Another hits me and I have to say goodbye. And I hope itâ€™s a sweet ride. Here for me tonight. â€˜Cause I feel Iâ€™m going. Feel Iâ€™m slowing down