marathons in Brussels by night.

When you came in, the air went out
And every shadow, filled up with doubt
I don't know who you think you are
But before the night is through
I wanna do bad things with you

I'm the kind who sit up in his room
Heart-sick and eyes filled up with blue
I don't know what you've done to me
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you