Hard rock, Fast tempo, garage, gritty, punk, rocking, building, swagger, tough, aggressive, angry, heavy, dark, Male vocals, distorted electric guitar, bass, drums
well the wind was low, our hands so close, ah ah ah ah ah
and you always hope, it wont be love, ah ah ah ah ah
when youre sensing all the chemicals, ah ah ah ah ah
no you never know what hurts the most, ah ah ah ah ah
now your hands are cold, straight to the bone, ah ah ah ah ah
and its terrible how it unfolds, ah ah ah ah ah
little moments only id recall, ah ah ah ah ah
and the sudden loss of self control, ah ah ah ah ah
why dont you call me lately
how could you ever hate me
and id tear myself in two
for you to see the things you do
and on this morning i will wait
to catch a glimpse of you someday
and in the darkness we will take
we will take off all our clothes
and in the morning we wont be
anything you coulda dreamed
disappears without a trace
and its gone gone gone gone
and i wanted you to understand, all i couldnt say
not an easy way to comprehend my thoughts anyway
and you sell my soul, my love for you wont disintegrate
and if all your love wont wait for me, ah ha, let it fade
why dont you call me lately
how could you ever hate me
and id tear myself in two
for you to see the things you do
and on this morning i will wait
to catch a glimpse of you someday
and in the darkness we will take
we will take off all our clothes
and in the morning we wont be
anything you coulda dreamed
disappears without a trace
and its gone gone gone gone
and your heart, it beats itself to death
and yes, i guess it got to me