Kings of Leon mood...

"Lay where you're laying

Don't make a sound

I know they're watching

They're watching

All the commotion

The kiddie-like play

It has people talking

Talking

Your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley

The breaking of day

Head while I'm driving

I'm driving

Soft lips are open

Their knuckles are pale

Feels like you're dying

You're dying"