Pretty Puttanesca - Atlas Lyrics

I'm driving down the street I count the cars I count the feet and everything I am is yours
I'm tripping up the street I'm going down between your knees I'm praying I'm the queen of whores
I wanna what you see in me I wanna be your free ride passing go and stopping last
I hold your hand I feel my house I feel my spouse and yet road ahead is slipping fast
At last
At last
At last
At last
At last
At last
I see the god above is shining down upon the tree that's burning in front of my eyes
We'll be enraptured and I'm captured by the thought of me and you together by his side
I pull along the road, is turning, and I'm churning out this feeling that we're gonna die
You laugh along my skin is burning, and I'm hurting now that you are his and he is mine
At last
At last
At last
At last
I'm yours
He's mine
I'm his
We're ours
It's hot
I'm not
The thing
You know
We're here
With God
Above
His light
So far
I found
The lake
Of fire
A cozy
Warming
Wholesome
Liar
Telling
Why
A screeching
Tire
Across
The Double
Yellow
Line
Into
The open
Arms of
Time
And you are love