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Drivin' home with nowhere to be
Passin' ghosts that tire of sleep
Blurry faces starin' at me
They're starin' but they don't see a thing
Well, I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
One more second's enough, second to love, second to love
I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
One more second's enough, second to love, second to love
Stepping stones that bloody your feet
Sirens holding flowers of teeth
They call your name from ivory streets
But Heaven isn't quite what it seems
I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
One more second's enough, second to love, second to love
I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
One more second's enough, second to love, second to love
They circle over the stain
My essence slipping away
(Waiting their turn for a) taste
Taste
So, tell me, how does it taste?
And was it all worth the wait?
So, was it worth what it takes?
I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
One more second's enough, second to love, second to love
I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love
One more second's enough, second to love, second to love