| The bodies collide to the beat | |
| The spilt wine takes us to new heights | |
| She said I was her captain out of town swinger | |
| For a night we parade the conquest for the careless | |
| I am motionless and coma | |
| Ready for this | |
| Watch the blood she makes | |
| Shine flows to the head | |
| I remember the first time a tall tale told heroically | |
| She's got the best of what I'm waiting for | |
| We feel the distance | |
| The sleep await to be the call to action | |
| Or the intervention of something out of this world | |
| We don't live to last forever | |
| We feel no second chance | |
| There's just a primal need to release and never let in anything but the skin | |
| From here to the moon she tries to take me to the starbeams in her eyes | |
| And from here to the moon she tells me I'm good for patient eyes |