Jeremy Dyen. Onswitch. Zeneszám

Late at night when we're alone I think our thoughts could light entire cities
Just hit the switch

Mystery makes the circuits spark between our hands, our eyes, our hearts

We burn slowly red as in the cherry on your cigarette

Hours and hours expire and mostly I don't understand that we?re on fire
Who turned us on?
And on and on...

(Thanks to Nick for these lyrics)