Hybrid

Ooooh...
Burn in the distance,
I can see the shape--it won't be long 'til you do something mean
I heard the wind whisper something to my mind
I feel feverish, a little bit stretched beneath my skin
It's the moment before when something stops and something begins, I can taste salt on your skin
I have found another place to play
And slowly and steadily, I am falling away
And so I'm finding I'm getting the right thing
And finally you are losing your head
I always wanted to taste the bittersweet and you're swept away.
Ooooh...
Birds and days torment the hours, induce my shape
On other matters bring me air to breathe and let me feel salt in my hair
And I feel feverish, a little bit stretched beneath my skin