she wears rhythm
and she wears it well
she's a riddle
i can never tell
some things just can't be said
they're just understood
i may not be perfect
but I gotta say I'm pretty damn good
empty eyes filled with lust
burning glorious
radiating flesh and incandescent eyes
warming up my chest
like I swallowed fire flies
spinning in my head
you float across the room
empty eyes filled with lust
burning glorious
spinning in my head
you float across the room
levitating still
i've got to get next to you
got to get next.
empty eyes filled with lust
burning glorious
empty eyes filled with lust
burning glorious