Sexual (hallucination) This is what I crave It's my obsession, possession began (Physical, psychical, illumination) Intoxication, fascination (There's no denying) There's no coming down (Higher ground) (Out of body)

I'll keep running When you think you're on your own To the place where I belong I'm still coming home When my heart is ready to burst, When the world spins in reverse When you go, turn down the light No one's here to hold you in the night When our

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Swing me way down south Sing me something brave from your mouth And I'll bring you Pearls of water on my hips And the love in my lips All the love from my lips You don't like the sound of the truth Coming from my mouth

So kill me like you used to, love me like you never did Fuck me like I'm never coming back home On the way down to your house And maybe I could die treading water Drowning under moonlight sonata Fuck me like we never gon' see each other again Fuck me

I’m not taking this tonight Give me back my life I don’t wanna to breathe I don’t want to die I can’t feel I’m paralyzed I can’t breathe I can’t fight I don’t wanna feel like I’m alive All the walls coming down around me Thank God that you finally found

Coming up, cut me down, look at all the stuff we found Touch the sun, feel me now, we will live forever We will forever be faded under gold skies Coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up See the smoke when the sun shines Captivated in your cold eyes

I'm going to war Walk with me Hey if you hear me out there I get down on my knees every night and pray You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots Little kids get to running Old ladys get off the block When the pops hit the truck music

It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's

People round here Call me an airhead The folks round here Red light warning Should go play with the traffic Red light warning Break down coming Know I like a bottle of wine Think I'm better off dead Ain't too refined