Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance Every Time I Die (Ft. Howard Jones (Rock))

Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons
The distress call that fall on a distracted short-wave signal

A metronome timed to my panic-stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate

Oh, baby, I swear to God tonight I am sober
It's the reception between us that's failing
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused
Ah, she's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit
It's tragic but I'm sobering up

Pick up the phone
Tonight I feel like the hero of a rusting war
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck

No use translating the trembles
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation
If I come back home, I'm bringing back the bends
Ah, so give me a kiss
Ah, let me taste the reptilian appeal
Say it again, baby, come on
Oh, say it again
Does it get you hot?
Does it turn you on?
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Fucking say it again
Say it again
I get a little hysterical sometimes, oh, the panic