Bottle of fire
You tickle my gut
Nothing but good news
Singing to bouncing words
I've drowned to the morbid and macabre
God knows I've touched the floor
Though the ocean receives me
I want more

I want

Your soft firm touch
The gentle rush
Love like ascension, where we all drown in sweet spirits
Lonely no more against the wolves
In warm firelight

End of the line
We just trade our bus
Where before we'd lie
Like dead leaves in the dirt
Don't get me wrong we're lost but acting sure
It's better than nothing
Of you, in dark, I implore
Let us sing

I want
I want

Whoa,
(Allies of mine close in the night)
I want
(What was once had, lost by all of us)
Whoa,
(Our knives ignite with healing light)
I want
(Slipping days misplaced by all of us)
Sipping drinks with the old ghosts finally
(Eating pasts without comparison)
Without casting what we had in contrast

I want this
To last
I want this
To last