Temperatures rise Look into my eyes Another James Dean night You still feel alright Now let's move Like vivid ocean tides There's more than cigarettes Burning here tonight
Baby, oh, baby, please Baby, oh, baby, stop
I feel your touch on my face Lips in veil of night Your eyes demanding more And your hands read my mind You send me places Short breath, could speak Only your name comes to mind (I honestly have no idea what he says here)