We could own this floor
While everybody's dancing
And the clocks are gone so no one knows the time
And your worries are locked up
Down below the basement of your mind
And the substance flows
And the substance flows
Weaving through your bloodstream
'Til the sweat off your back sticks against your shirt
And your body's translucent
I see what you've been huffing for dessert
But the patrons here are too kind
They give us everything
Except the time
I just can't know it
And the fact that I wanna leave you, babe
I just can't show it
So I think it's time we showed ourselves the door
As we step outside
This body is a temple made of solid glass
And I'm holding all the stones
And I see you on the outside
You egg me on to pick one up and throw
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