New Model Army

Sex ( The Black Angel )

New Model Army


Look at my eyes 
you know what it is 
I want you, I want you 
The way your body moves 
beneath that dress 
And all the nights I've spent alone in sleeplessness 

It's a hunger that we can fill 
Racing, racing 
And every nerve tingles with it 
I want you, I want you 

You know the way that I can make you feel 
Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you 

Pull down your hair a little 
Open your mouth a little 
You're beautiful, you're the best 

This feeling that you know oh so well 
Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell 
And I want you now 
Driving down 
Driving down 
Into the fires 

Every stretch and move is like a dream 
Eating, biting, scratching 
And all there is, is these racing pulses And the breathing 

Forget all the lies that they gave to you 
Believe in this 'cos how could this feeling not be true 
Driving down 
Driving down 
And I want you now . . . now . . .