Nostalgesic FizzyPop by SigmaDelta Wave

You're cold to the touch
With slick wet skin
As I grab your waist
I lean you in close
To chill my lips
And tickle my nose

You bring a relief from troubling dreams
You stave off night sweats, you silence the screams
When memories rise and float to the top
You're my nostalgesic fizzy-pop

Oh, you're what I need to make it
With you I cannot fake it no more
It's chemistry. You permeate me
Oh, you're pulsing through my veins
You're pulling on my reins tonight
Addiction makes a slave of me

Alone in the night
You and I
Under a Gibson sky
I run a finger
Down your neck
And let it linger

The bitter taste of forgotten days
Melts away as my mind starts to fray
You lasted a minute, you stayed for the night
The morning grows closer and I fear the light

Oh, you're what I need to make it
With you I cannot fake it no more
It's chemistry. You permeate me
Oh, you're pulsing through my veins
You're pulling on my reins tonight
Addiction makes a slave of me

Another cheap hotel
Another lonely town
The lazy dance of cranes
Over another skyline
Another stage for my obsession

Another closing time
Another sad last call
If only someone asked
I'd say I feel fine
But no-one here wants my confession

Oh, you're what I need to make it
With you I cannot fake it no more
It's chemistry. You permeate me
Oh, you're pulsing through my veins
You're pulling on my reins tonight
Addiction makes a slave of me

• Electronic
• electronica
• synth
• synth pop
• synthesizer
• Hässleholm