[Verse 1: Will Gould & Hannah Greenwood] As the sun descends over fields of snow I feel contained under your control In your black lipstick and the soul you stole Girl, give in, let desire take hold Oh, boy, don't you look at me that way Won't you hold me in your arms when they look away? Come on, I'm ready, I'm ready, come on, I'm ready [Chorus:...Learn More