Habit Of You

I don't sleep at night when the satellites are all that moves
A voice soft and low on the radio sings Cocaine Blues
I try to shut it out but in the static now
comes the ghost of you

You got me aching for you, shaking for you
Breaking the habit of you
You got me twisted turned, and fever burned
Breaking the habit, breaking the habit of you

I wake up in a sweat, in a burning bed
in a room on fire,
then I wake again, to the wind and rain
howling in the wires

If I could fall asleep, pull the dagger deep,
and end this old desire

You got me aching for you, shaking for you
Breaking the habit of you,
you got me twisted turned, and fever burned
Breaking the habit, breaking the habit of you

I still hear you calling through the wires
I still hear you calling through the wires

YOU GOT ME ACHING FOR YOU SHAKING FOR YOU
I'm breaking the habit, breaking the habit

I'm breaking the habit,
breaking the habit, breaking the habit of you