On the way, on the way down to destruction   There are places where I find my rest   Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions   Your arms are the place I like the best      I cannot lie to your face   Your lips your skin, your face, your hips   Or your waist   I do not dare to journey there   When I do, I find no means of instinct      On the way, on the way down to destruction   There are places where I find my rest   Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions   Your arms are the place I like the best      I have tried to run away   But I am so unhappy when I'm alone   So here we lie, another night   I am a fool when I walk back to your door      On the way, on the way down to destruction   There are places where I find my rest   Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions   Your arms are the place I like the best