Before the fever

I tease my little ashtray
 With the burning cigarette
 I don't want to run away
 I don't even know you yet
 I got everything you want
 I can make you feel so wet
 I'm a little bit in love with you
 I can take your picture, baby
 This is the sound of the end of the world
 Dance with me to the end of the night
 Be my girl
 Madness, intellect, audacity
 Truth and the lack thereof
 They will kill us all, I've no doubt
 There are many ways in
 But there's only one way out
 There's only one way out
 There's so many ways in
 But there's only one way out
 This is the sound of the end of the world
 I get lost
 Can you get lost with me, baby?
 I get lost
 Can you get lost with me, baby?
 I get lost
 I get lost