We’re drinking and we’re laughing
as the guitars start playing
and the room around is smoking
hot and damp

There’s a steam in her seems
calling out for our semen
and she’s moving like a wind
from ancient Greece

She is the gold in the hands of Midas
she’s a crazy kind of fire
with a breath that she gives away
for free

There’s little room for talking left
I think it’s right but I know it’s left
our kisses witness every breath
this sort of love will be my death

And I learn what immortal really is
it’s not the savior, just this kiss
It’s something I don’t want to miss
tonight I count the hundred bliss


When the music’s really over
when the siren's call has ended
I cast a splendid glance at the moon

Where we’ve walked and researched
but the secret’s in her flaming shirt
what do astronauts know of love?

You don’t need magic just to spin
all the answers are within
you would know, the secret is this kiss

And I learn what immortal really is
it’s not the savior, just this kiss
it’s something I don’t want to miss
tonight I count the hundred bliss

Goodnight, my love, kiss, goodnight