there is a fire
it's on the horizon
and it's what my baby has, her eyes on
there's a flood
of love in my blood
washing down the whiskey on my breath
dead sleep in depth
she's a pillow, i fluff
when i say its not enough, she openly calls my bluff
we just call this love
and its bombs away
when she begins confessing, undressing her lingerie
and i'll contemplate
a condom? wait, no
i only want her, lace
slidin' down way low
she glows like halos