Blue

Song of the day;;

→ Armchair Cynics - Bang

Break the skin

I can't tell where your body ends and mine begins

Tear the flesh

Woke up today feeling like some kind of masochist

You manifest

You bring things to be

And your mojo witchcraft, honey, it's working on me

I must confess

Pull, beg and plead

That I need your kiss like the ocean needs a breeze

Oh, I go off like a gun

Like a loaded weapon

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands

So here we go again

It echoes in my head

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands

Soaked in sin

baptised by your kiss and now I'm born again

Bite your lip, wrap my hands around your head and pull you in

Can't catch my breath

Sleep, think or speak

and your mojo witchcraft, honey, it's working on me

Let's make a mess

Tear up these sheets

Every whisper you speak sends a shiver through me

Oh, I go off like a gun

Llike a loaded weapon

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands

Tear the flesh

So I can feel you here with me

Break the skin

So I can feel you here with me

Tear the flesh

So I can feel you near me

Break the skin

I'll make sure you hear me

Oh, I go off like a gun

Like a loaded weapon

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands

So here we go again

It echoes in my head

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands

Bang, bang, bang

Grip me in your hands