I've drifted so high off your love
A lip on a thigh, your tongue on my drug
Whisper a word, I've been waiting on it
A fool with a curse taken from him

Sometimes I still question whether you are real
Pixel-perfect image I wish I could feel

Tell me you're no simulation
Spell me out every vibration
From your lips
Till I'm kissing you again

Tell me you're no simulation
Spell me out every vibration
From your lips
Till I'm kissing you again