Cold Room

Red digits on the wall Air tastes like metal You stare through the strobes I feel my jaw settle One line on your phone Cuts through the hum "Leave when it peaks" Heart starts to drum Eyes on the exit Feet on the line Every little second Folds into the grind Hold it Hold it Don’t you move till the drop hits Breathe in Lock in Let the floor take the conflict Cold room Hard tune Every pulse in your chest flips Hold it Hold it Don’t you move till the drop hits (hey) Sweat runs Slow drip Neon on your cheekbone Mouth close to my ear You say "We’re not going home" Handshake Half smile We’re wired the same Two ghosts in a crowd Disappearing in the frame Hold it Hold it Don’t you move till the drop hits Breathe in Lock in Let the floor take the conflict Cold room Hard tune Every pulse in your chest flips Hold it Hold it Don’t you move till the drop hits (oh) Ooooooo Ooooooo Ooooooo Ooooooo Hold it Hold it Don’t you move till the drop hits