In the cold light of morning. While everyone's yawning. You're high. In the cold light of morning. The party gets boring. You're high. As your skin starts a scratching.
Call me anticipation. Call me out of line. But I got a hotel reservation. In the name of Valentine. . In the place where we'd vacation. And we walked across the beach.
I'll be your water bathing you clean. The liquid piece. I'll be your ether you'll breathe me in. You won't release. Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through.
I know, you love the song but not the singer. I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger. I know, you want the sin without the sinner. I know. I know.