Hard dreams

I can think of anything as hard as your love

If only I could understand what it is made of

I can think of anything as rough as your love

If only I could understand what it is made of

I treat myself with gasoline

The fire grows inside my skin

No fantasy, no in-betweens

Don't tell me no lies

Finger on the trigger

Letting it all out

Bursting with desire

I can deal without

I can think of anything as hard as your love

If only I could understand what it is made of

I can think of anything as rough as your love

If only I could understand what it is made of

Crouching in the empty scene

I see your face on the video screen

I'm your slave and you're my queen

I picture ourselves in a Hollywood dream

Crouching on the empty scene

Did I see your face on the video screen?

I'm a slave to you, my queen

Imagine ourselves in a Hollywood dream