Bathtubs

Hot little rhymes shot off the wall Spitting on the ground, hoping for more than just a vibration We've had our time, yeah we've seen it all That's all just a lie 'cause there's still a degree of celebration Flavours of the mind flow sweetly but sour Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub up-up-up-upon it And all that remains is the feeling in your chest It's a phantom in the room and you can't get a grip unless you grab it The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay One for every bedroom where the tenants used to bathe The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way I dreamt I dreamt we I dreamt we gave into the pulse I dreamt we gave into the pulse, my pulse, your pulse, pulse, pulse The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way A dusty organ keeps them company A dusty organ keeps them company One, two, three, four, five, six, seven missing keys Our dusty organs keep us company Holed up with the rookies who turn it up Hallelujah, it's gonna get much brighter