Crave - Anna Wilson

I took a hit off the joint of the myth

They call love

Said there was nothing in it to claim

But a long ride of pain that would wash me away

Down an alley of tears

But still I remain with a flame on high

No matter how I try to tame

This fever inside

Can’t be satisfied (cause I)

Crave, the madness of your touch

And I crave, the passion in ya’s just what I

Crave, the toxins in your kiss, that involuntary fix

Makes me rage

It’s the rush of a crush and there’s never enough

Takes me down and up doesn’t let me escape

From the love and the hate and the joy and the pain

It’s the drug with a drain

And protection’s the name of the game, and I’ll play in spite

Of the warning signs

For a time I can feel sublime

And when I start to unwind I just

Higher than cocaine

All the way to Paris and the seine

In a daze, caught up in a fling, this extraordinary thing

That I crave

And it feels so good

To want this bad

To know this need

Just makes me, makes me

Crave