The Slow Drug

Blue now is the color Love the drug I'm needing Got to keep this feeling With the headlights burning We're looking up for something Answers on the ceiling Watching out the windows Watch the way the wind blows Soon it will be morning Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers Could you be my calling? (Could you be my calling?) See this winged boy falling Falling out of something Hits the drug I'm needing (Drug I'm needing) The arrows that he's turning Need to keep this feeling Slow drug in the morning (In the morning) With the headlights burning Looking up for something Something that we're needing (That I'm needing) Still the question lingers I twist it round my fingers Could you be my calling? (Could you be my calling?)