I get lost among so many characters
Costumed, cast off, disposable
But that alone doesn't sustain me
I study your signals, thirsty
Enjoying this insane freedom
The fresh ember burns hot
I want you in bed, in the street
In the car, on the stairs
I want you in bed, in the street
In the car, on the stairs
In this game of characters
The picture's way bigger than your frame
And you can get lost in the landscape
The flame rises where the wind blows
Thirsty and prisoner of a strange freedom
The fresh ember burns hot
I want you in bed, in the street
In the car, on the stairs
I want you in bed, in the street
In the car, on the stairs