The first born my heart will call [bad word] 
God-like boy of the sky,
The fog hissed away like a movie,
And serpents go home for the night.
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway,
The clowns put on makeup for show,
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening,
Yeah, how the wind she blows,
And how the wind she blows.

But I want you [bad word] in closer, [bad word] in [bad word] in closer. [bad word] in [bad word] in [bad word] in closer, [bad word] in closer, in closer.

 [bad word] dancing with devils,
Need not to know their name,
But we'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain.
And our souls [bad word] useless,
As the day they were born,
In [bad word] arm rocking chair,
Away from your storm.

But still the [bad word] remains lethal,
lie made by man,
Where my shoes [bad word] hammers,
And my words [bad word] sand.
I'm like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor,
In [bad word] arm rocking chair,
Away from your storm.

But I want you [bad word] in closer, [bad word] in [bad word] in closer. [bad word] in [bad word] in [bad word] in closer,
I want you [bad word] in closer, please, in closer.
Oooh, ooooh, I really do.
 [bad word] in [bad word] in [bad word] in closer, [bad word] in [bad word] in [bad word] in closer,
 [bad word] in closer, in closer.
I want you to,
I want you to,
I want you to,
 [bad word] in closer, in closer.