A Barrel Tapped at Both Ends - The Morning Of

I think I’m hooked

I think you’re bleesed with your coastline calling out like diamonds in the

eyes of a criminal… your subliminal message

I’d give a life to get washed up on that piece of cold atlanticism and the

enthusiasm your inhabitants reside… oh they makes me want to dance

It’s like I’m sharing secrets with my bathroom mirron behind this locked door.

This valley’s starting to feel unkind

There must be something in the water here so baby let’s dance

Damn we got the moves and damn do we have style

My hands fit your hips like a puzzle piece and the poise your spread to me is

like a new disease so your majesty, please infect me

Like a midnight managerie or something sweet when it’s needed the most

I’m pretty sure you’re as perfectly timed as one can get

Now I’m hiding in your closet and while this fear is measured in its darkness,

our love is measured in anticipation

I’m thirsty for it

Are you craving it too?

(Are you craving it too?)

But there’s always a catch

It’s so high but in view

I knew you knew it too

Please infect me

Please infect me

Please infect me