Lyrics The Hotline - Emanuel

The Hotline

Breathing hard.
Static on the line.
I’ll never get enough
Emptiness of telephonic sex
I imagine you undressing and i can barely stand
Turn down the lights
Your mouth turns me to rust
So let’s unwind
I can’t escape the hotline
Take your picture.
Bite you on the neck.
It’s all i wanna do
Secretly romancing the recluse
There is no touch.
I am dead inside.
This is all that’s left
Where are you now?
I need your voice
I’ve been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights…
There’s not enough
You can’t stop now I’m almost there