Текст песни
I planted a thought
A stasis
On the dance floor of this club
There was a raising commotion
A tactile difference
If we talk
At all
It's done
There was a raising commotion
A tactile limerence
I stole a bit of peace
From a disco affection
Her bank account was full
Betrayed the human gait
From in our rooms
I'll take a beat
I'll take
I'll take
Another one
To make
The social swim
Around the pool
Just a thought
All of the time here
Missed connections
In this circuit
I couldn't wait
I planted a thought
A stasis
On the landing of your tongue
There was a raising commotion
A tactile difference!
If we talk at all
It's done
There was a raising commotion
A tactile limerence!