| Song | Love Riot |
| Artist | Tilly and the Wall |
| Album | Heavy Mood |
| Well, you walked into the room just like the sun | |
| And woke the caveman from his endless slumber | |
| And with the quickness of your arm, you pulled out a paint brush | |
| And you painted the sky back to blue | |
| And now I’m standing on top of dirty clothes | |
| There’s a tornado spinning in the corner | |
| And electricity flows from your hands into my bones | |
| And my flesh turns pink with its warmth | |
| Oh, pretty love, don’t worry | |
| With me, you don’t need a place to hide | |
| So, just sit real still | |
| And the light will flood in over the hills | |
| And now I'm walking around outside | |
| In the springtime, every thing is sprouting green | |
| And I watched this fight occur but only thought about lovers | |
| Oh, it’s strange how the world becomes pure | |
| And you were standing on top of tip toes | |
| In the kitchen as the water starts to boil | |
| And as we removed each others clothes | |
| I thought I would sing some notes | |
| So, that maybe you would slow dance with me | |
| Oh, pretty love, don’t worry | |
| With me you don’t need a place to hide | |
| So, just sit real still | |
| And the light will flood in, over the window sill | |
| Oh, yeah, just sit real still | |
| And you and me will bloom | |
| Oh, you and me will bloom | |
| Oh, you and me will bloom on the window sill |
| Well, you walked into the room just like the sun | |
| And woke the caveman from his endless slumber | |
| And with the quickness of your arm, you pulled out a paint brush | |
| And you painted the sky back to blue | |
| And now I' m standing on top of dirty clothes | |
| There' s a tornado spinning in the corner | |
| And electricity flows from your hands into my bones | |
| And my flesh turns pink with its warmth | |
| Oh, pretty love, don' t worry | |
| With me, you don' t need a place to hide | |
| So, just sit real still | |
| And the light will flood in over the hills | |
| And now I' m walking around outside | |
| In the springtime, every thing is sprouting green | |
| And I watched this fight occur but only thought about lovers | |
| Oh, it' s strange how the world becomes pure | |
| And you were standing on top of tip toes | |
| In the kitchen as the water starts to boil | |
| And as we removed each others clothes | |
| I thought I would sing some notes | |
| So, that maybe you would slow dance with me | |
| Oh, pretty love, don' t worry | |
| With me you don' t need a place to hide | |
| So, just sit real still | |
| And the light will flood in, over the window sill | |
| Oh, yeah, just sit real still | |
| And you and me will bloom | |
| Oh, you and me will bloom | |
| Oh, you and me will bloom on the window sill |