Heat

<br>It was the heat of the night I think<br>Or it could`ve been the effect of the drink<br>But I had to brush away the flies<br>That started to collect around your eyes<br>I`ve still the taste of the sweat and the dust<br>You`re still playing games and abusing my trust<br><br>In the heat of the night<br>In the glow of the light<br>It`s the back and the bite<br>That`s feeling alright<br>Do you use up bodies like cigarettes<br>Do you need them for ego<br>Do you need them for sex<br><br>It was a bite of a night gone wrong<br>And the effect of listening to negative songs<br>Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand<br>And the way the room keeps spinning around<br>I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust<br>(Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)<br>You`re still playing games and abusing my trust<br>(And they`re having a strange effect on the way I feel)<br><br>In the heat of the night<br>In the glow of the light<br>It`s the back and the bite<br>That`s feeling alright<br>Do you use up bodies like cigarettes<br>Do you need them for ego<br>Do you need them for sex<br><br>And you`re moaning about your wasted life<br>Lying there listening to &quot;Spanish Eyes&quot;<br>With the cups on the floor<br>And the plates in the sink<br>And the room full of smoke<br>And then you full of drink<br><br>You skin`s going dry<br>And the colour of sand<br>Ignore the cigarette burning your hand