[Chorus]
I can think of anything as hard as your love
If only I could understand what it is made of
I can think of anything as rough as your love
If only I could understand what it is made of

[Verse]
I treat myself with gasoline
The fire grows inside my skin
No fantasy, no in-betweens
Don't tell me no lies

[Pre-Chorus]
Finger on the trigger
Letting it all out
Bursting with desire
I can deal without

[Chorus]
I can think of anything as hard as your love
If only I could understand what it is made of
I can think of anything as rough as your love
If only I could understand what it is made of

[Outro]
Crouching in the empty scene
I see your face on the video screen
I'm your slave and you're my queen
I picture ourselves in a Hollywood dream
Crouching on thе empty scene
Did I see your facе on the video screen?
I'm a slave to you, my queen
Imagine ourselves in a Hollywood dream