Don't care about the outside world.
This carnal fever, this thing that we do
When we're together...
Play on time, and words we love.
To throw them all about in the mood
We trust, I feel, you feel, we embrace
The electric fever of persistence.
Something stormy is going to happen
Tonight;  I can feel the air thinning,
Like the space between you and I,
Evaporate in a cloud of smoke and
Clinking bottles, while Leroy sings
A sad country ballad in the background.
Sing to me, sweet siren. Christen this
Night of active blues beautiful.
I am wilted flower, I am desert rain
Inside you now. I am lost in this
Collection of pavement without you.