Fake Love

My head is spinning in a dark room You caught me staring at the ceiling This is the setting of the seasons I'll use the cross-eyed thoughts to Excuse myself, amuse myself And loose myself until we come back down To prove that hell is where my heart's been Run in circles 'til we come back down Tonight we're slaving to another beat You're my baby take a back seat Hard drugs, fake love It's a sensation Makes one hell of a collaboration I'm falling down your stairwell Eyes are closing if you can't tell Me the rhyme in all your reasons 'Cause it's the reason of the seasons So excuse yourself, amuse yourself And lose yourself before we come back down To prove that hell is where your hearts' been Run in circles 'til we come back down Tonight we're slaving to another beat You're my baby take a back seat Hard drugs, fake love It's a sensation Makes one hell of a collaboration Tonight we're slaving to another beat You're my baby take a back seat Hard drugs fake love It's a sensation Makes one hell of a collaboration It's in the bedroom, In the basement From your head down to your heart Every flame that you spark in the light And in the dark makes a light that they see No impossibility, it's the air that we breathe And the dark makes a light that they see No impossibility, it's the air that we breathe And the thoughts that we think Tonight we're slaving to another beat You're my baby take a backseat Hard drugs, fake love It's a sensation Makes one hell of a collaboration Tonight we're slaving to another beat You're my baby take a backseat Hard drugs, fake love It's a sensation Makes one hell of a collaboration