Electric - Madrugada

Pack your bag, run away

Along a freeway, out of town

Where you’d like and the night is over

It’s alright

From despair, between the sheets

Spilling over, spinning round

Waiting still, in the street

Ain’t it bitter, ain’t it sweet, oh ho Holding, holding on to you again

Holding, holding on to you again

No rushing, don’t rush it, my love

Holding on, holding, holding on to you

Bet you lie, on your back

In the backseat of his car

Cattle black, pepper night

Dylan Thomas, pass around

Passing out on the floor

In the bathroom, black light vail

We don’t need once again

Sing the song, sing

Drink the wine, love

Oh, well how long did we stay in there

Well I can’t believe my eyes

Well how long did I take this

Well I can’t hold on no, hold on Holding, holding on to you again

Holding, holding on to you again

I’m ready, I’m ready, my love

Holding, holding on to you