Bad Omens Dying to Love

Driving home with nowhere to be Passing ghosts that tire of sleep Blurry faces staring at me They're staring but they don't see a thing Well, I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love Stepping stones that bloody your feet Sirens holding flowers of teeth They call your name from ivory streets But heaven isn't quite what it seems I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love They circle over the stain, my essence slipping away Waiting their turn for a Taste! Taste! So tell me how does it taste? And was it all worth the wait? So was it worth what it takes? I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love One more second's enough, second to love, second to love