Before the Fever

I tease my little ashtray

With the burning cigarette

I don't want to run away

I don't even know you yet

I got everything you want

I can make you feel so wet

I'm a little bit in love with you

I can take your picture, baby

This is the sound of the end of the world

Dance with me to the end of the night

Be my girl

Madness, intellect, audacity

Truth and the lack thereof

They will kill us all, I've no doubt

There are many ways in

But there's only one way out

There's only one way out

There's so many ways in

But there's only one way out

This is the sound of the end of the world

I get lost

Can you get lost with me, baby?

I get lost

Can you get lost with me, baby?

I get lost

I get lost