The Hot Lines: Lover’s Day by TV on the Radio’s Tunde Adebimpe

Oh but the longing is terrible
once a heart’s under attack.
I want to love you all the way off.
I want to break your back.

The color of all that’s hysterical
travels along your bones.

Just be near you,
sucking your skin,
not gonna leave you
alone.

Yes dear, of course there are miracles.
A lover that loves, that’s one.
Room with a laughter,
ecstatic disaster
coming to rouse the fun.

We could build an engine
Out of all your raising stars
Tear apart the apart
that seem to think we are

Call of work the next day.
Call it Lover’s Day.
Call it Lover’s Day.

Gimme the keys to your hiding place.
I’m not gonna tear it apart.
I’m gonna keep you
weak in the knees.
Try to unlock your heart.

Your gonna turn me animal.
Your gonna turn me dumb.
Kiss in the night.
Bringin’ the light.
You’re like the raising sun.

I hunger for you like a cannibal.
I’m not gonna let you run.
I’m gonna take you.
I’m gonna shake you.
I’m gonna make you come.

Swear to god it will get so hot it will melt our faces off.
Only we can see, the you, the me in your mirror outside clock.

We’re naked in the light.
We’re jelly
Real tight.

Sooooo soft. Get off. Get off.

Balls so hard they smash the walls
And break the bed
And crash the floor. Don’t stop and laugh and scream and have the neighbors call the cops.
Two lonely eyes have seen the fire blaze.

Can’t forget.
Mark it down.
Call it Lover’s Day.

Yes dear, of course there are miracles
Under your sighs and moans
I’m gonna take you
I’m gonna take you
I’m gonna take you home.

I’m gonna take you home.

I’m gonna take you home.

I’m gonna take you home.

I’m gonna take you home.