The Slow Drug

Blue now is the colour

Love the drug I'm needing

Got to keep this feeling



With the headlights burning

We're looking up for something

Answers on the ceiling



Watching out the windows

Watch the way the wind blows

Soon it will be morning



Still the question lingers

I twist it round my fingers

Could you be my calling?



See this winged boy falling

Falling out of something

Hits the drug I'm needing



Arrows that he's turning

Need to keep this feeling

Slow drug in the morning



With the headlights burning

Looking up for something

Something that we're needing



Still the question lingers

I twist it round my fingers

Could you be my calling?




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