In the night I crave to feel your breath And your touch like angel of death And forced to make you dead A glance to my eyes, deep within reveals This worn-out warrior's mind I'm killing you by suffering Discomposure of a deepest kind In the dawn I'm in

Somethin' 'bout the taste of a first love, first touch That don't ever seem to fade You're thinkin' 'bout me tonight 'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout you tonight Now you're six hundred miles away And a ten hour drive But if you called me tonight, I'll be there

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

I'm just a girl With a dream That got the best of me That believes fame is everything Got out of touch With the ones who gave me my wings

Fear - there's a way out Touch of red Nothing has it all Bury the place I've been I fear there's a way out Reaching depth of clarity I'm not supposed to be like this I should be on the top of the world

I'm running out of room For your tattoos How can I get over you, over you When you're all over me? So don't tell me it's cool That I'm tattooed How can I get over you, over you? When you're all over me, yeah yeah One touch always makes me

Hello, hello Is anybody listening? Let go, it's everyone that's calling me Oh oh, won't somebody show me that I'm not alone, not alone Is there anybody, anybody? Yes I stumbled into the night We're touching but I feel like you're still out of reach But

All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole Fade out again Immerse your soul in love Rows of houses, all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me And fade out again and fade out This machine will, will

Only you, only you Like I love myself No one's ever touched me like I touch myself No, nobody else Yeah-eh-eh, eh eh eh I don't wanna shower even if I stink 'Cause I don't wanna wash you off, wash you off my skin It's been about an hour

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex