Lyrics:

My shirt tucked out
And your hands tucked in
When dark things come calling
They want you to hear
The sweet humming underground
Sleeveless and tired
A love type thing, a sure type thing
Keep your ears wide open
For the sound of the door
If they want you, they'll take you
And that is for sure
The sweet humming underground
Sleeveless and sore

A love type thing, a sure type thing
A love type thing, a sure type thing
Oh it's a love type thing, a sure type thing
Oh it's a love type thing, a sure type thing