— Look at my eyes — you know what it is — I want you, I want you — The way your body moves
Beneath that dress — And all the nights I’ve spent alone in sleeplessness
— It’s a hunger that we can fill — Racing, racing — And every nerve tingles with it — I want you,
I want you
— You know the way that I can make you feel — Of all the faces in the crowd, there’s only you
— Pull down your hair a little — Open your mouth a little — You’re beautiful, you’re the best
— This feeling that you know oh so well — Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell
— And I want you now — Driving down — Driving down — Into the fires
— Every stretch and move is like a dream — Eating, biting, scratching — And all there is, is these
Racing pulses — And the breathing
Forget all the lies that they gave to you — Believe in this ‘cos how could this feeling not be
True — Driving down — Driving down — And I want you now . . . now . . .