Reading in the phone booth, sucking on the last bit of cigarette I haven’t started to talk to you, Why is this the image I keep coming back to? Throw my cigarette in the ash, it has made a desert of my mind. Have nothing other in sight, I got a feeling that you can satisfy my body and my hungry soul. Open your eyes and look at me, Let me give you a reason to sing. Dancing under circular ceilings, All the embraces we could be in. Cursing, Sinning, Waves heavy seething Breathe under me, Babe you know me well. Falling, Stall in, Forests leaning as hell. You are all that’s on my mind until we kiss in the dark.