You evil little thing, you're so pretty in the light. My body's resurrected every time it's in your sight. Sleeping like an angel on the drive to California, and you don't know what you do, but you do it, and you do it, and you do it, don't you?
I want eternal twilight in your quiet little room, and I don't know what I do, but I'm falling, and I'm falling, and I'm falling into you.


















