Album Name : Perfect Progress, Perfect Destruction
Release Date : 2002-06-30
Song Duration : 3:46
Twelve Hour Turn Dance Like Everyone Is Watching
we were all asleep standing. nothing much around here is
so demanding. we gathered round the floor without a
reason, we know nothing changes, this is our station, i
saw you there, you were in the shit. i saw you dance, you
pulled out if it. it was in unison to face a wall, it is
to anticipate some kind of last call, to weight down your
body with other bodies. there is a habit about your
anatomy. there is something deadening about finding the
same means; the same difference is a laughable way to be.
i will not allow this city to define me, i will not allow
this floor to speak of me. we are still alive, dancing
with the dead, nine to five is the way we cry and i see
beauty in your eyes. music caused and ear to ear and you
should live here, more often instead of in your books. a
real bed and its covers. i want to lay down, i want to
close my eyes, and find the perfect sleep. i got home, i
emptied my pockets of receipts from weeks driving. i
found your place as secure-- headlocked.