Electric

Pack your bags, run away

Along the freeway, out of town

Where light and the night is over

It's alright

From this bed, between the sheets

Spilling over, spinning round

Ain't it bitter, ain't it sweet, oh ho

Holding, holding on to you again

Holding, holding on to you again

Don't rush it, don't rush it, my love

Holding on, holding, holding on to you

But you lie, on your back

In the backseat of his car

Kettle black, pepper night

Dylan Thomas, passed around

Passing out on the floor

In the bathroom, black light vail

We all need once again

Sing the songs and

Drink the wine, love, oh

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