I want to feel that you want it, I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it, oh let me feel what you are Flashes of matches, splashes of ashes Embers are rising, smoke fills the skies in Wind blows in and crashes, waves over the ashes Tails washed up in violet, eyes closed up to hide it I want to feel that you want it, I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it, oh let me feel what you are Free fall in Paris, sun dreams in flashes Growing and rising, rain fills the skies in Sunday morning crashes, flickering of lashes Sink into the mattress and fall into the abyss Flashes of matches, splashes of ashes Sink into the mattress, tell me that you want it I want to feel that you want it, I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it, I want to feel by the morning I want to feel that you want it, oh let me feel what you are Thanks for watching!