You're a wolf, you are dressed like a fox. Got me tied up in knots over you. But I think that I'm just a flavor. You crave on instinct. . 'Cause you don't feel ashamed.
We walk past a dead end street. Atop the hill so we can be alone. Under the moon, it's beautiful. The stars clear the black of night when I'm with you.
They say the darkest hour's just before the dawn. Well, I've been up all night just desperate for the sun. 'Cause I've got a voice or two that can't seem to forget you.