Infected Rain

Infected Rain - Intoxicating

You're intoxicating
Intoxicating
You're intoxicating
Intoxicating

Time is changing
The view in my window
But I'm still alone
Biting my pillows
You vanished away
Like a cigarette smoke
I hate the silence
And the wild ticking clocks

The sore, wanting body
Is curling in pain
The full, greedly lips
Are burning in flames
The thoughts of you
Sweet agonizing torture
I invented you
And you are so perfect
You're perfect
You're perfect
You're perfect
You're perfect
You're perfect