The time of the month is right
To feel full moons and mouths
She's pulling, she's pulling
The force of her paleness is drowning me

Against the darkness
I feel her liquid pulse
Beating against the core of me

The acohol content is right
To feel full moons and mouths
She's shaking, she's shaking
She's moving on me like a flickering flame

Against the darkness
I feel her liquid pulse
Beating against the core of me

Pulling his life
Pulling and pulling and pulling
and pulling his life

The goldfish are swimming around
To feel their water move
They're spinning, they're spinning
They're making me feel quite hypnotised

Outside the crickets
Have stopped rubbing their legs
Just for us to feel the night

Pulling his life
Pulling and pulling and pulling
and pulling his life