Your Mouth is Only for Complimenting Our Dancers

Tonight, he's fixing the lines that Tear through the birds wall. Giant door to club you can know. And he wonders if we are still alive, Burned out in the sun. Tonight, They're fixing their sight without the mirror. Giant club you can know. And they wonder who they the light Burns out in time. If we Meet me deep inside the Run-down, we can dance all night. If you keep me down into the mud, I'll belong into this right. And so the sun is beating us alone. Maybe we will, Maybe we won't. Tonight, while their bodies collide on The heat of the tenth floor. Breathe out, Let me make again. And they Wonder, wonder wondering who they why You're are in my when the mind. Light- I know. Kneeling deep inside the hollow, We can dance all night. We sink knee-down into the hollow, Longing for the light. And so the sun is leaving us alone. Maybe we will, Or maybe we won't. Maybe we won't, Or maybe we will