It's four in the morning and I'm praying for rain A boom crash crazy, running through my veins With your thin white lips and your hair so red I need to climb inside your pretty head I, I, I-I-I, I want you I, I, I-I-I, You know I do I know that you're a Sunday child A boom crash baby [?] I'm looking at you through telescope I get high on love or get high on hope But I, I, I-I-I, I want you I, I, I-I-I, You know I do When the party's over and your make-up's run A boom crash baby, we can speak of love But from now until that time I will be your sacrifice But I, I, I-I-I, I want you I, I, I-I-I, You know I do