My shirt tucked out and your hands tucked in
When dark things come calling they want you to hear
The sweet humming underground, sleeveless and tired
A love type thing, a sure type thing

Keep your ears wide open for the sound of the door
If they want you, they'll take you and that is for sure
The sweet humming underground, sleeveless and sore
A love type thing, a sure type thing
A love type thing, a sure type thing

Oh, it's a love type thing, a sure type thing
Oh, it's a love type thing, a sure type thing