Driving fast down a one way street. Lord of loving you dance so sweet. Going fast to hit the sky. Lord of love you don't ask me why. . I said electricity.
i'm running here. every focus is splintered. every attempt he can afford. rendered pointless and it's streaming down. senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow.
They say that lightning don't strike twice. I'm starting to doubt it. This is the third time I've seen you. The third time I'm about it. . Where I really wanna go is somewhere less crowded.