punch drunk on sex love and poems
call me a romantic and i'll give you rock n roll
the noise that goes with a passive trance
the white noise after you release your emotions
the act of lust so defeaning to our eyes and ears
just like the drums around a camp fire. all those mystical songs
clinking bottles and passing around defiantly poised glances
the freedom in the soul when we let ourselves go
it all speaks for us in sound and body language
i feel my body language as it mirrors your own, stay beside me
call me a rock n roller, thats all well and good, ive seen that life
but whats more, i cant be a romantic without you
