A thousand black bats are
Screaming in my ears for blue eyes
This hatred of mine is
A new kind of motivation
You want me in the dark forever
Circumstances, and your intentions
Make me choke on my own suspicions
Circumstances, and your intentions
Make me choke on my own suspicions
Now it's gonna stay dark forever
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile
There's a difference in being alone
And being lonely
Right now, i don't wanna be
By myself
I want to have you over and over
As the radio winds its stare
Into a different direction
I'm sorry things and yours
Couldn't be a way
I want to have you over and over
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile . . .
...
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile.
