The Hotline - Emanuel

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