Motor Tongue

Red light flicker in the smoky air

Your leather jacket and your messy hair

One step closer,

push against the wall (yeah)

I feel the static rising in my skin You play to lose,

but I am here to win (oh-oh-oh)

That sweet heavy impact,

a physical rush

We cross the line and we burn in the flush

Your lips are a fire,

your touch is a spark (smack!)

We clash in the dark

Tension pulling like a loaded wire

Gasoline running straight into the fire

One more second and we slip control

I feel the static rising in my skin You play to lose,

but I am here to win (oh-oh-oh)

That sweet heavy impact,

a physical rush

We cross the line and we burn in the flush

Your lips are a fire,

your touch is a spark

(smack!) We clash in the dark

Slow down, let the fever breathe

(huff,

huff)

Behind the curtain what we both believe

Just pull me close

and hold on tight

We clash in the dark! (yeah) (smack!)