Another morning, rushing off to the grind
Thinking of you, blowing my mind.
Thinking last night, after the fight
I know I hurt you, and I know I wasn't right

I know the passion burns deep.
I know the knife cuts both ways.
I know the nights of pleasure
Do not outweigh the days

And it feels like being born
And it feels like being dead
And it feeld like the violent explosion
Of every brain cell inside my head
The feel of you.

Another road, leading into the moon.
Now I been driving, since yesterday noon.
Trying to drive away it's true
But all roads, all roads lead back to you.

I know the cruel, cruel truth.
But I am not saying.
I know the rules but the feel of you
Is changing the playing.

And it feels like seeing God
And it feels like original sin
And it feels like turning inside out the
Skin that I am in.

And it feels like being born
And it feels like being dead
And it feeld like the violent explosion
Of every brain cell inside my head
The feel of you.

It's all a lie, the truth that's in my mind.
The feel of you is true but my mind is blind...