A nightmare of you

Of death in the pool

Wakes me up at quarter to three

I'm lying on the floor of the night before

With a stranger lying next to me

A nightmare of you

Of death in the pool

I see no further now than this dream

The trembling hands of the trembling man

Hold my mouth

To hold in a scream



I try to think

To make it slow

If only here is where I go

If this is real

I have to see

I turn on fire

And next to me...

It looks good!

It tastes like nothing on earth

It looks good!

It tastes like nothing on earth

Its so smooth it even feels like skin

It tells me how it feels to be new



It tells me how it feels to be new

A thousand voices whisper it true

It tells me how it feels to be new

And every voice belongs

Every voice belongs to you