The time of the month is right
To feel full moons and mouths
She's pulling, she's pulling
The force of her paleness is drowning me
Against the darkness
I feel her liquid pulse
Beating against the core of me
The acohol content is right
To feel full moons and mouths
She's shaking, she's shaking
She's moving on me like a flickering flame
Against the darkness
I feel her liquid pulse
Beating against the core of me
Pulling his life
Pulling and pulling and pulling
and pulling his life
The goldfish are swimming around
To feel their water move
They're spinning, they're spinning
They're making me feel quite hypnotised
Outside the crickets
Have stopped rubbing their legs
Just for us to feel the night
Pulling his life
Pulling and pulling and pulling
and pulling his life
