The Killing Kind - UFO

Tell a story about love

What lovers find

A story of possession

Oh, the killing kind

He went out guns a-blazing

His shirt ragged in the wind

I watched him delicately frazzled

His lights, they slowly dimmed

Not cold at all, it’s my daemon talking

Feeling so bold, it’s my sugar talking

This love is fatal, but oh so sublime

A love that’s killing, this love is the killing kind

I have been taken, I have been blind

This love is killing, this love is the killing kind

Sticky situation

I’ve been here before

Butter up that greasy wheel

And go singing like a whore

You wanna hear about the honey?

You wanna hear about the game?

When you look into her darkness

Baby’s got a sense of pain

Not cold at all, it’s my daemon talking

Feeling so bold, it’s my sugar talking

This love is fatal, but oh so sublime

A love that’s killing, this love is the killing kind

I have been taken, I have been blind

This love is killing, this love is the killing kind