High Altitudes

Open your throat, sweetheart
and let me crawl right in.
Gouge out our eyes
and blame it on the serotonin.
This fucking rush just isn't enough,
I want to be a part of you.
Let's take off our skin,
let's dance in all our sins.
Come on, babydoll,
just you and me.
We're losing altitude,
but that's not so bad.
And even if we crash and burn,
I'm okay with that, too.
I want to see your insides anyway.