Covette - In The Mood lyrics

She's got the hair all tangled close I want to make this happen Her sense of style has an evil vile That brings chance to roulette The crowded place between inner space Leaves room for being human Those stormy eyes act so surprised when in the moment The final stroke of midnight calls Is she in the mood yet The whole galaxy turns I fear the worst is yet to come And the creator of this obscene clarity Stand up say I The whole galaxy turns I fear the worst is yet to come She's got the moves no need to improve on that illumination I cant describe this feeling inside when she moves in closer The pressed skin takes me within a place thought was never real So paralyzing art of disguising herself in to me Cause guys like us are not anything at all, guys like us are exercise The whole galaxy turns I fear the worst is yet to come And the creator of this obscene clarity Stand up say I The whole galaxy turns I fear the worst is yet to come And the creator of this obscene clarity Stand up say I The nails scraping my back With all these emotions we cant keep controlling Lets bury ourselves from within Lover lay down The final stroke of midnight calls Now she's in the mood yeah The whole galaxy turns I fear the worst is yet to come And the creator of this obscene clarity Stand up say I The whole galaxy turns I fear the worst is yet to come And the creator of this obscene clarity Stand up say I The nails scraping my back