In our imaginary room
We smoke cigarettes on the floor
I sit at the end of the bed
You stare at the curves in the air
Time stopped but the vinyl was
Turnin' round
Turnin' round
Only we know what we want
To talk about
Talk about
Air was filled up with our breath
With pleasure and joy we're going mad
Time stood still but the vynil was
Turnin' round
Turnin' round
The anxiety of the visible digs up inside
Paints some fake smiles, undresses the words and divides
I can see a tremblin' shadow by the light of an exhausted night
Time stopped but the vinyl was
Turnin' round
Turnin' round
Only we know what we want
To talk about
Talk about
Air was filled up with our breath
With pleasure and joy we're going mad
Time stood still but the vinyl was
Turnin' round
Turnin' round
Time stopped but the vinyl was
Turnin' round
Turnin' round
Only we know what we want
To talk about
Talk about
