On the way, on the way down to destruction There are places where I find my rest Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions Your arms are the place I like the best I cannot lie to your face Your lips your skin, your face, your hips Or your waist I do not dare to journey there When I do, I find no means of instinct On the way, on the way down to destruction There are places where I find my rest Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions Your arms are the place I like the best I have tried to run away But I am so unhappy when I'm alone So here we lie, another night I am a fool when I walk back to your door On the way, on the way down to destruction There are places where I find my rest Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions Your arms are the place I like the best