I'm breathing clouds under red lights,
They're way too high, but then again,
So am I,
The ceiling tries its hypnotising,
As I wait for you to come and fight me,
You're breathing loud under a lace tie,
A hurricane in bombshell disguise,
Your pleading eyes will drag my night deep,
So come over here,
And try to fight me,
She walks across the sun,
And everyone feels safe inside her eclipse,
She owns all she's touched,
And I, for one, don't mind,
Being yours,
It's quite alright,
It's this or,
Being home in the sun,
And on my own,
She walks across the sun,
And everyone feels safe inside her eclipse,
She owns all she's touched,
And I, for one, don't mind,
Being yours,
It's quite alright,
It's this or,
Being home in the sun,
It's quite alright,
It's this or,
Being home in the sun,
On my own,
Just on my own,
Oo-oo-ooooooo-oo-oo