Wednesday, 22 November 2006

Dirty


smoke rises from her lips,and
crawls beneath her fingertips,so
why do you wanna wash it all away?
sometimes it feels so good to be dirty...

i wanna feel your skin and crawl within,
this velvet sheet you're using to cover everything.
why do you want to be this way?
don't you for once, wanna be dirty?

i don't want this to just get over,
what's the use in being so fucking sober?
hand me your hand, i'll fly away
pluck the rose, wanna be dirty...

they say she says i'm not the one,
once again, all my feelings go numb.
i'm like the razor, cutting your skin away,
you're the cream, smooth and dirty...

wake up and let me light the fire,
i'm burning this furnace of thirsty desire.
yeah, and all the flames go higher, up-up and away,
you're the only one who makes me this way...

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