Spiraling in control
Feels like I got a disco ball soul
Your mouth is moving, metropolis, don't hear what you say
I'm thinking 'bout a thing I thought I heard while you were away
It's not dark yet, don't look up, the hour's getting late
It's fading from italic slowly into nouvelle vague
Oh, I know
It all feels like it's spinning
When you're sitting like a stone
Spiraling in control
Feels like I got a disco ball soul
Nowhere to run for sure
Sometimes, I got a disco ball soul
Pickering, sightseeing through my mind in daytime
You're telling me 'bout your vacation while I'm livin' in mine
Not gonna repeat my sentence, I'm on the next one
Talking faster than a sport's announcer in a foreign tongue
Oh, I know (I know)
Speeding into turns is not the fastest way to ride
Searching for a million different outcomes
When I know who wins the prize
Spiraling in control
Feels like I got a disco ball soul
Nowhere to run for sure
Sometimes, I got a disco ball soul
Spiraling in control
Feels like I got a disco ball soul
Nowhere to run for sure
Sometimes, I got a disco ball soul
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
