Sex ( The Black Angel )

Look at my eyes
you know what it is
I want you, I want you
The way your body moves
beneath that dress
And all the nights I've spent alone in sleeplessness

It's a hunger that we can fill
Racing, racing
And every nerve tingles with it
I want you, I want you

You know the way that I can make you feel
Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you

Pull down your hair a little
Open your mouth a little
You're beautiful, you're the best

This feeling that you know oh so well
Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell
And I want you now
Driving down
Driving down
Into the fires

Every stretch and move is like a dream
Eating, biting, scratching
And all there is, is these racing pulses And the breathing

Forget all the lies that they gave to you
Believe in this 'cos how could this feeling not be true
Driving down
Driving down
And I want you now . . . now . . .