Intuition, it's what you call it
You set it up, cut the rope and walk away
I'm left with just my buddy sin
I've got a mind to let you in
And sell my soul to keep another day
You're the drink, you're the drug
You're the bug that's alive inside me
The nighthawks sing outside the window
And I feel you watching me with different eyes
We're living in the shadows
You're talking to the skies
But you're miles away from home
Miles away from home
You're the drink, you're the drug
You're the bug that's alive inside me
Intuition, you never miss it
It fills your empty veins with every beat
Long division
Taking it piece by piece by piece
Another grave beneath your feet
You're the drink, you're the drug
You're the bug that's alive inside me
