something dark is racing in my head i want to haunt you when you go to bed i want to touch that part of you that's fucking around and demonstrate clearly the gravity of sound when i tell you how i feel something dark is racing in my head she's the daughter of a socialite her daddy taught her how to do it right she holds a cigar in her right hand you used to hate smoke but now you understand how it feels to fight an urge something dark is racing in my head i saw you drinking in that bar you hate. it turned you on to see she takes it straight i didn't know you liked a girl in a hat you told me once if i went out like that that you wouldn't split the bill something dark is racing in my head she's the one now you better show her the floor with her rambling nonsense you won't sleep anymore something dark is racing in my head i smelled her smoke on you and i saw red i saw a note from her explaining her needs i'd write something back but we know she can't read and she doesn't feel a thing