Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

I need you more Every touch, every kiss, every time Your lips need mine Every look my way Every second of the day that goes by Even holding you tight in the middle of the night You say, how much you need me Baby, believe me Kinda like eighteen wheels