Cross the borderline of black and white and climb the stairway up and up we go. Nothing good to do. Just bored to death hey can I take your hand and steal you away? Step and stumble do you want to go on? Dont you worry, the altar is our floor. Toss and turn and dizzy up ourselves and keep on dancing, you and me right here now. Shall we dance? - So what? Shall we dance? - No thank you! Shall we dance? - Enough! Shall we dance? - No more please! Shall we dance? - Dont need it! Shall we dance? - Go away! Shall we dance? Bury the room with all the shrill calls, voices swirl the senses, down and down we go. (Oh!) Nothing good to do, just bored to death, hey. Why dont we make a clean breast of it now? Meaning connected to these simple words. Reason of hating without seeing them. Finding it... finding it... no meaning, no reason. Gnash my teeth while smiling shy. Smile with eyes shut and everything black. I dont want to myself with all that nonsense! Hopin Stepin may I have this dance this is the worlds end, shall we do the one, two? Dring in all if this apocalyptism. How about a little taste of daze and Tick and Tack, the moments moving on. Shoot now, say cheese!, our time is running out. Round and round and going round and round. Intoxicate, the world is getting (high). A spatial just for you bystanders, jump in the terminal, lets start the race. Nothing good to do. Just bored to death, hey. Can I take your hand and steal you away? Something seems to be unusual and wrong. Shall we believe in what is called our fate? Step and stumble, do you want to go on? No, no, how about making fool of ourselves? Meaning of repeating all these foolish moves. Reason to step as the music grooves. Finding it... finding it... no meaning, no reason. Just want to dance when I need a little blue. Just want to laugh when I need a little tear. I dont want to hear anymore of that ego! Popn sensen may I have this song before the worlds end, shall we sing the un deux? My heart, its yours. Can you hear the beat? No, no. Not yet. I wont forget how. Oh my, look and see, what a lovely view! There, there, the worlds a monochrome highway. Growl and creep, not a single piece will move. Anyhow, its dead. Nothings going to change. Hopin Stepin may I have this dance This is the worlds end. Shall we do the one, two? Dring in all if this apocalyptism. How about a little taste of daze and Tick and Tack, the moments moving on. Shoot now, say cheese!, our time is running out. Farewell, so long have a nice day. Goodbye, to this Worlds End (Dancehall).
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 00:49:47 +0000
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