The Slow Drug

Blue now is the color

Love the drug I'm needing

Got to keep this feelingWith the headlights burning

We're looking up for something

Answers on the ceilingWatching out the windows

Watch the way the wind blows

Soon it will be morningStill the question lingers

I twist it 'round my fingers

Could you be my calling?See this winged boy falling

Falling out of something

Hits the drug I'm needingArrows that he's turning

Need to keep this feeling

Slow drug in the morningWith the headlights burning

Looking out for something

Something that we're needingAn' still the question lingers

I twist it 'round my fingers

Could you be my calling?