A thousand black bats are

Screaming in my ears for blue eyes

This hatred of mine is

A new kind of motivation

You want me in the dark forever

Circumstances, and your intentions

Make me choke on my own suspicions

Circumstances, and your intentions

Make me choke on my own suspicions

Now it's gonna stay dark forever

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile

There's a difference in being alone

And being lonely

Right now, i don't wanna be

By myself

I want to have you over and over

As the radio winds its stare

Into a different direction

I'm sorry things and yours

Couldn't be a way

I want to have you over and over

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile . . .

...

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile

Too little passion in your style,

A little murder in your smile.