It feels strange, even stranger than the taste that lingers on this late when the lights have all come down And it feels strange, even stranger than the taste you're out to look for every day and you're lying Laying by the backdoor, trembling on the floor with the blinds drawn down but you still keep on wanting for more Oh it's strange the way it draws you by gnaws you dry and spits you into space And you'll never-ever know that it feels strange even stranger than your face when you're laying in this place and it hits you in the day Laying by the backdoor, trembling on the floor with the blinds drawn down but you still keep on wanting for more
It feels strange, even stranger than the taste that lingers on this late when the lights have all come down And it feels strange, even stranger than the taste you're out to look for every day and you're lying Laying by the backdoor, trembling on the floor with the blinds drawn down but you still keep on wanting for more Oh it's strange the way it draws you by gnaws you dry and spits you into space And you'll never-ever know that it feels strange even stranger than your face when you're laying in this place and it hits you in the day Laying by the backdoor, trembling on the floor with the blinds drawn down but you still keep on wanting for more
