Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon

Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound.

I know they're watching, they're watching.

All the commotion the kiddie like play

has people talking, talking.

The dark of the alley, the break of the day,

head while I'm driving, I'm driving.

Soft lips are open, them knuckles are pale.

Feels like you're dying, you're dying.

Hot as a fever, rattling bones,

I could just taste it, taste it.

But it's not forever, but it's just tonight.

Oh, we're still the greatest, the greatest.