The process of writing songs is very personal and always surprising. I am often inspired into an idea by a small moment. And yet, what I start out trying to do is usually what I don’t achieve. I frequently find the end result of what I’ve done to be entirely different from my initial expectations.

Lyrics:

Been on the road but the road was on fire
Melt me
Dripping inside
Lost in the woods of a lovely disguise
Found me
Starving hunting for time

(repeat x2)

I feel my enemy close
But I’m growing tired
And she’s
Gonna find the pieces I hide

I’m in the mood for something
That can shake what sticks
I feel the wind in my hair
From her finger tips

Low burns the flame
Of a buried desire
Left me
Searching for light
Dark in the depths of my wondering mind
I see
Though my eyes stay shut tight

I feel my enemy close
But I’ve grown tired
And she’s
Gonna find the pieces I hide

I’m in the mood for something
That can shake what sticks
I feel the wind in my hair
From her finger tips
Oh that dance with the devil I knew
But theres no dancing when
The devil is you

But theres no dancing with a devil that’s you
But theres no dancing with a devil that’s you
(I’m in the mood for something that can shake what sticks
I feel my enemy close but I’ve grown tired)
And she’s)
Gonna find the pieces I hide

I’m in the mood for something
That can shake what sticks
I feel the wind in my hair
From her finger tips
Oh that dance with the devil I knew
But there’s no dancing when
The devil is you
But there’s no dancing when
The devil is you