Текст песни
I sway in place to a slow disco
And a glass for the saints and a bow for the road
Am I thinking what everybody's thinking?
I'm so glad I came, but I can't wait to leave
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
There's blood in my ears and a fool in the mirror
And the bay of mistakes couldn't get any clearer
Am I thinking what everybody's thinking?
I'm so glad I came but I can't wait to leave
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
Don't it beat a slow dance to death?
Don't it beat a slow dance to death?
Don't it beat a slow dance to death?
Don't it beat a slow dance to death?