White dust
Cool dreams
 [bad word] 
Evenings
Cool teeth
Glass monkey
White fire in my veins

This trick is gold
Silk veil warms the cold
Blue steel, molecules of time
I've finally found you
And you're laying out a line

I need you to kick me off my feet
I need you to make me [bad word] 

You call, I follow
You beg, I'm so hollow
My hunger, so deepening
You feed and deceive me

I need you to kick me off my feet
I need you to make me [bad word] 

Lying here in my old hotel room
Long distance on the phone
My addiction calling me back again
And leave me on hold
I need you

I need you to kick me off my feet
I need you to make me [bad word] 
I need you to kick me off my feet
I need you to make me [bad word]