Do I make any sense when I say that this feeling of dread stems from you?
Your power controls how I swing, turning joy into pain,
And I fall from this height to this slum I'm in now
The beat in your soul makes me thirst even choke,
Smooth waves of persuasions leaving me hungry for more
I can't have you lure me to your deep, ancient caves
Where all danger is looming yet my desire drives me in
This control, oh this bondage, that you have on my being
It's the power you have
And I just switch it off
Late night radio