I can think of anything as hard as your love If only I could understand what it is made of I can think of anything as rough as your love If only I could understand what it is made of
I trick myself with gasoline The fire grows inside my skin No fantasy, no in-betweens Don't tell me no lies
Finger on the trigger Letting it all out Bursting with desire I can deal without
I can think of anything as hard as your love If only I could understand what it is made of I can think of anything as rough as your love If only I could understand what it is made of
Crouching in the empty scene I see your face on the video screen I'm your slave and you're my queen I picture ourselves in a Hollywood dream Crouching on the empty scene Did I see your face on the video screen? I'm a slave to you, my queen Imagine ourselves in a Hollywood dream
