I coulda been back in my bed hours ago
but I'm inside, a stranger
Delivering mail, lookin' to fill the hole in my core
But when the sun goes out it's
Maybe it's the feeling so
Feel it on the tip of my tongue
Nothing gets me hotter than
Yankin' on a belt that's undone
I feel alive, I am alright, I have arrived
Lightning come from above
Bring me to God, bring me to death, I could care less
It's only flesh and bone,
Maybe it's the feeling so
Feel it on the tip of my tongue
Nothing gets me hotter than
Yankin' on a belt that's undone More from The Working Title