And so I’ll live with you inside this day dream we’ve spun
Where innocence dies every night
And I wake to the delicate view of your eyes
This made-for-television screens type of infatuation
I’m always tipsy and you’re always begging for more
No bad feelings or thoughts of what’s to come
We only have the music and our two tongues  
With each fleeting moment, we paint our canvas of desire
Igniting flames that flicker, burning with a passionate fire