A little after twelve
The function suite was full
Of people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs
Confettied on the floor
It dawned on me I'd seen it all before

Cool your beans, my son
You look a fucking mess
No ones getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
We'll lose our minds to all our favourite songs

Throw forward to later you look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk

And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step and a grin on my face
It can't contain me but you'll need an army
To get me back in my box or snap the branches off me

A little after four
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stub

But here's a helping hand
A voice that's far to close
And I am up and on my broken limbs

Throw forward to later you look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk

And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step and a grin on my face
It can't contain me but you'll need an army
To get me back in my box or snap the branches off me