Saw you dancing with the chauffeur atop the limousine
mascara smear, pink hair.
Find me dancing at old night clubs
while they tried to cut us down.
Stomp the floor, dust in the air.
Let them burn this hometown down, this whole damn town.
Suddenly easier
It needed something, it needed something.
Now the world is upside down
Spinning around and again they're falling
Liquid sky beneath her
It needed something, it needed something.
We're the last underground
Spinning around and again they're falling off.
Leave the ghosts behind with mother, shipwrecked submarines.
Dancing concrete rails, don't stop to stare.
"Here they come", you wink at me.
Kissing eyes with the strange, sustaining arcane
and never soon forget why you came here. Don't stay there.
The magic of the world. More planning crashing landings
and turning out alright is never so demanding.
They call