I'm tired of holding you through the phone screen
And all my fluctuating thoughts never creep into your dreams
I think it's time that we put this all on the shelf
'Cause how do we ever come back from this?
The room was filled with adjacent punks
And their unorthodox ways of moving
The disco's been dead for hours
And we can't stand still
The floor broke open and the night fell in
And by 7, we were back for everything to be alright again
