You should’ve been somewhere late last night
Should’ve been here to put up a fight
You, you were the heart that burnt my skin
Gone with the wind
And the clock keeps on running
And your love keeps on hunting wanting more
You singing however far away or how long you’d stay
Today where are those wicked words of flare
Written on air, vanity fair
And the clock keeps on running
And your love keeps on hunting wanting more
And your beauty is stunning
While my blood keeps on running on the floor