Paroles: Covette. In The Mood.

She's got the hair all tangled close
I want to make this happen
her sense of style has an evil vile
that brings chance to roulette
the crowded place between inner space
leaves room for being human
those stormy eyes act so surprised when in the moment
the final stroke of midnight calls
is she in the mood yet

The whole galaxy turns
I fear the worst is yet to come
and the creator of this obscene clarity
stand up say I
The whole galaxy turns
I fear the worst is yet to come

she's got the moves no need to improve on that illumination
I cant describe this feeling inside when she moves in closer
the pressed skin takes me within a place thought was never real
so paralyzing art of disguising herself in to me
cause guys like are not anything at all, guys like us are exercise

The whole galaxy turns
I fear the worst is yet to come
and the creator of this obscene clarity
stand up say I
The whole galaxy turns
I fear the worst is yet to come
and the creator of this obscene clarity
stand up say I

the nails scraping my back

with all these emotions we cant keep controlling
lets bury ourselves form within

lover lay down

the final stroke of midnight calls
now she's in the mood yeah

The whole galaxy turns
I fear the worst is yet to come
and the creator of this obscene clarity
stand up say I
The whole galaxy turns
I fear the worst is yet to come
and the creator of this obscene clarity
stand up say I

The nails scraping my back

(Thanks to J Dub for these lyrics)