This is sex without touching

When i kiss the angel, i have a taste of you
I'm smiling too loud

I'm your girl, i'm wide open

I'm beyond your peripheral vision

A patron saint of nothing
I become immortal when i'm with you

I like the way you love me strong and slow

You're eruptions and disasters

Kind of crazy, kind of hazy, kind of messy too

Release me, your not i crazy am