Tapdance 2

Only isolated artists make original material

I read too many Pitchfork reviews, I loved "Life Without Buildings"

I could've been born in a smaller town with a disco scene

And spent more time deep in my element

There's too many strands, there's a surplus of vision

And nobody knows what you're talking about

We make ourselves so uncomfortable grazing the grass

Staring the ceiling with your technicolor ha-ha-ha!

Time to rip the letter up

And as our relationship once again dissolved in drunk fit

It was uncertain who dumped it, we didn't know, was it us or the art form?

I lived in valet while you bought a cathedral

So cold and procedural, you're so technicolor, ha-ha-ha, ha

How could you have loved me with my philosophical obsessions?

Diet depressions, my beloved copy of Led Zeppelin II

We gazed at the stars and cried at the ending

We showed up and showed off, we lusted for gold

Golden dust on every morning

Loving you and breaking apart

In silent moments, did you think

Of me? Did we still dance?

Were we still there when the music was off?

Were we still there when the music was off?

Would you still love me in December

Cold and early?