Your love is a dragster wave. It makes us breath like two machines
Flower lust, my hurricane, you turn my blood into gasoline

And we sweat, and it's sweet
And we breath like machines
And we play, and we pray 'til we find hidden sins
And we crash, and we burn every moment in turn
Everything that we learned to forget will return
You'll leave on your knees
You'll cry, I'll [bad word] tears, [bad word] fears
And we crash and we burn every second in turn
Everything that we learned to forget will return. Allright!

And the sun is going over me. Over your  steam battle face
Over minibars and golgot eyes. Your triple 6 carat [bad word]