"Don't you feel lost?" was the line you used
"Lost," I replied, "is not the word that I'd choose
Adrift, perhaps, is more akin
To the state of mind you'd find within"
Propelled by winds and powered by steam
'Cause I'm white-hot flying through your slipstream
Molten will and core of fission
You, my only vision
My only
My only
My only
To touch your skin with my lips
I'd throw the whole world into full eclipse
And, if the devil's work is to burn for you
I'll be sure to serve him true
Propelled by winds and powered by steam
'Cause I'm white-hot flying through your slipstream
Molten will and core of fission
You, my only vision
My only
My only
My only
No, it's not mortal attraction
My mind's driven to distraction
Yearning for the call to action
But am I gaining any traction
What would give you satisfaction
All I want is your reaction
My moves forward, can you sanction
Or did I get carried away
Carried away
Propelled by winds and powered by steam
'Cause I'm white-hot flying through your slipstream
Molten will and core of fission
You, my only vision
My only
My only
My only