Gunrunning Songtext
von Ten

I wanna dance in the dark someday
Touching the lace on your skin
Holding you close as my hands start to wander
Perfect in your lingerie, immersed, this will begin
I′m gonna dance with you, come what may
Slaves to a passionate kiss
You'll bring the lightning and I′ll bring the thunder
You and I were born just like a storm from the abyss

So you scream from the inside
As you breathe, it sustains
Ecstasy, pleasure entwined
With pain

And this fantasy turned physical
And now the need is so bad (Now the need is so bad)
Passion on fire hits the high ground, we're running
We're cyclones reaching critical
Our destiny is stormclassed (Destiny is stormclassed)
We′re on a high wire with the world war coming
We′ll never cease fire when desire's gun running


I wanna speak from the heart someday
Words of a love deep within
Touch is the cage of the spell that I′m under
Lust, the heavy chains of such a strange hypothesis
I'm gonna capture you, come what may
Peace in our time can′t exist
Sex is your weapon that tears me asunder
Make of me the force that you are powerless to resist

So you scream from the inside
As you breathe, it sustains
Ecstasy, pleasure entwined
With pain

And this fantasy turned physical
And now the need is so bad (Now the need is so bad)
Passion on fire hits the high ground, we're running
We′re cyclones reaching critical
Our destiny is stormclassed (Destiny is stormclassed)
We're on a high wire with the world war coming
We'll never cease fire when desire′s gun running

Ooh, yeah
Oh, baby
You know you′re gonna blow me, child

Gun running
Gun running
Ooh, yeah
Gun running
Gun running


And this fantasy turned physical
And now the need is so bad
Passion on fire hits the high ground, we're running
We′re cyclones reaching critical
Our destiny is stormclassed
We're on a high wire with the world war coming
Gun running

And this fantasy turned physical
And now the need is so bad (Now the need is so bad)
Passion on fire hits the high ground, we′re running (Oh, baby)
You know you're gonna blow me, child
We′re cyclones reaching critical
Our destiny is stormclassed (Destiny is stormclassed)
We're on a high wire with the world war coming
We'll never cease fire when desire′s gun running