The time of the month is right To feel full moons and mouths She's pulling, she's pulling The force of her paleness is drowning me Against the darkness I feel her liquid pulse Beating against the core of me The acohol content is right To feel full moons and mouths She's shaking, she's shaking She's moving on me like a flickering flame Against the darkness I feel her liquid pulse Beating against the core of me Pulling his life Pulling and pulling and pulling And pulling his life The goldfish are swimming around To feel their water move They're spinning, they're spinning They're making me feel quite hypnotised Outside the crickets Have stopped rubbing their legs Just for us to feel the night Pulling his life Pulling and pulling and pulling And pulling his life