You should've been somewhere late last night Should've been here to put up a fight You, you were the heart that burnt my skin Gone with the wind And the clock keeps on running And your love keeps on hunting wanting more You singing however far away or how long you'd stay Today where are those wicked words of flare Written on air, vanity fair And the clock keeps on running And your love keeps on hunting wanting more And your beauty is stunning While my blood keeps on running on the floor And the clock keeps on running And your love keeps on hunting wanting more And your beauty is stunning While my blood keeps on running on the floor