I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance

Break to love make lust I know it isn't

I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance

Cold as numbers but let's dance



As though it were easy for you to lead me

I could be passive gracefully



Half the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers

Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers 

'till I'm sick



Sleep don't pacify us until

Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in

Dizzy when we talk so fast

Fields of numbers streaming past



I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how

To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows



I wish we were lovers, but its for the best



Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,

Where is the love?

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,

Who here is in line for a raise?

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,

Where is the love?

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,

Who put these bodies between us?