Feed the Fire - Bodeans

And I wanna fell your skin on mine

And with the warmth inside eventually we shiver

'Til we sleep we sleep so satisfied

Lay down, lay down, lay down down and feed

Lay down, lay down, lay down down and feed

Lay down, lay down, lay down down and feed the fire

I see your mouth as a perfect weapon

A perfect comfort in a perfect voice

And I see your lips as where I lay my head at night

And you swallow all unwanted noise