The Slow Drug

Blue now is the colour

Love the drug I'm needing

Got to keep this feeling

With the headlights burning

We're looking up for something

Answers on the ceiling

Watching out the windows

Watch the way the wind blows

Soon it will be morning

Still the question lingers

I twist it round my fingers

Could you be my calling?

(Could you be my calling?)

See this winged boy falling

Falling out of something

It's the drug I'm needing

(Drug I'm needing)

Arrows that he's turning

Need to keep this feeling

Slow drug in the morning

(In the morning)

With the headlights burning

Looking out for something

Something that we're needing

(That I'm needing)

Still the question lingers

I twist it round my fingers

Could you be my calling?

(Could you be my calling?)