Eurovision Song Contest — [bad word] EUROVISION

When I came to, 
your smell on me
i reached around the bed and grabbed a cigarette out of your bag.
Sound of you breathing,
feel of your skin, 
brought back some memories, 
I never thought this all could happen to me.
Ten hours are missing from memory,
I vaguely can recall pain and pleasure mixing in one bowl
My mind is spinning,
I know the bliss
Ten million miles away my flesh and bones are dreaming in a haze.
Stains of mud on your skin
Night [bad word] ans so will the sin