Heat - Marc Almond

It was the heat of the night I think

Or it could’ve been the effect of the drink

But I had to brush away the flies

That started to collect around your eyes

I’ve still the taste of the sweat and the dust

You’re still playing games and abusing my trust

In the heat of the night

In the glow of the light

It’s the back and the bite

That’s feeling alright

Do you use up bodies like cigarettes

Do you need them for ego

Do you need them for sex

It was a bite of a night gone wrong

And the effect of listening to negative songs

Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand

And the way the room keeps spinning around

I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust

(Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)

You’re still playing games and abusing my trust

(And they’re having a strange effect on the way I feel)

In the heat of the night

In the glow of the light

It’s the back and the bite

That’s feeling alright

Do you use up bodies like cigarettes

Do you need them for ego

Do you need them for sex

And you’re moaning about your wasted life

Lying there listening to «Spanish Eyes»

With the cups on the floor

And the plates in the sink

And the room full of smoke

And then you full of drink

You skin’s going dry

And the colour of sand

Ignore the cigarette burning your hand