The concrete is calling, these buildings are falling.
Receivers receiving, conceiving is believing.
Interpret this transmission as a distress.
Translated as distortion and I confess,
It's the sex that sells us out to eachother.

The mouth of the river, opens up like a newborn's quiver.
The bleeders aren't bleeding, the water is feeding.
Can you see the message hidden deep within my eyes?
Can you feel it when I run my fingers up your thighs?
It's the sex that sells us out to eachother.

Wrap your arms around me, and drain this panic from my body.
And we will dance in the streets.
And oh how the lamplight looks reflected through this bottle.
We will dance in the streets.

Spinning around with my feet off the ground.
And the wind plays a song, cause our bodies belong