The Hotline

Breathing hard. Static on the line. I'll never get enough.
Emptiness of telephonic sex.
I imagine you undressing and I can barely stand.

[Chorus]
Turn down the lights.
Your mouth turns me to rust.
So let's unwind.
I can't escape the hotline.

Take your picture. Bite you on the neck. It's all I wanna do.
Secretly romancing the recluse.
There is no touch. I am dead inside. This is all that's left.

[Chorus]

Where are you now?
I need your voice.
Cause I've been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights...
There's not enough.

[Chorus x2]

You can't stop now I'm almost...
You can't stop now I'm almost there!