Laying on the road,
Waiting to be crushed
That is how you used to
Hunger for my touch
Dance, little devil - Dance.
Grasping to my flesh
Like hanging from a rope
That is how we used to
Give each other hope.
Dance, little devil - Dance.
Waiting to be crushed
That is how you used to
Hunger for my touch
Dance, little devil - Dance.
Grasping to my flesh
Like hanging from a rope
That is how we used to
Give each other hope.
Dance, little devil - Dance.