Burn the message 
Break the prophet on the wheel 
Time's a currency 
Make a choice and trade or steal 
Eleven-digit 
Conjure up a major flood 
Love is liquid 
What has been can leave me not 

I'm not asking you to give 
I want you to take 
A moment of truth 
Fountain of youth 
Princess of elegance 
I'm not asking you to give 
I want you to take 
Your grace and your voice 
Weapons of choice 
Mistress of innocence 


Distort the message 
Tie a poet to the wheel 
If you lose your asset 
Make a choice and trick or steal 
Seven-digit 
Conjure up a major fire 
Love to lava 
Raze the virtues and the lies 

On the floor, from behind 
On the balcony, full frontal 
In the grass, into your face 
Like summer rain 
On my floor, from behind 
On the balcony, full frontal 
On the street, back on our feet 
Drunk with passion