Fe-fe-feel the vapor pressure drop
As the dark steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirlin' into
A club that keeps the real life world outWhere every sense seems deathly
Weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass dance world flickers on and the
Low end thaws your anxious bodyMaybe I feel detached, I may just look too shy
It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy
I call them bodies but they are attentive too
I feel the social glare I feel the attitudeWatch as mirrors clear themselves
With the breath of frigid air that eased in
Made up babies all rotate
As a siren spins a beam of amberTime's are sliced beat by beat in a row
In a club, in a line, in the city
The glass dance world flickers on
'Cause the cycle happens enoughA baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life
An infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies
That's simplified but uh, when your complexion dries
You wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way
Songwriters
BAECHLE, BAECHLE, PETERSON, THIELE, DAPPENPublished by
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