Lyrics:

Soft glow on the city
She said, 'There`s no one here who can touch you now'
Caught the last flight out of LAXWith your one-way ticket, New York-bound

Climb so high, don`t make a sound
Don`t you forget what goes up must come down
Climb so high, tell me how it feels

Call me when you`re ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let`s be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You`re not havin` fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you`re ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah

On the phone you sound shifty
You say that you`re at home, alone right now
But in the background there`s a muffled laugh
As you spin that wool and pull it down

Climb so high, don`t hear a sound
Don`t you forget what goes around, comes around
Climb so high, tell me how to feel

Call me when you`re ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let`s be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
Says it should be gone, at least it was this time
Call me when you`re ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah

Call me when you`re ready to be real
Black Madonna, hallelujah
Makes no difference here, so let`s be real
Black Madonna, my black flower
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
You`re not havin` fun, I think that you should ride
Call me when you`re ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah