Dancefloors

daybreak. nightfall. long as I believe
there ain’t nothing glowin like this skin you’re showin
and the keys you gave to me nightjails. poolhalls. some things are everywhere
so for the past I’m diggin a grave so big, it will swallow up the sea
oh I know… that it’s easy… there’s no trouble waitin for me dancefloors. headlights. in my blood there’s gasoline
for an urban boy on a dirty tour I never felt so clean
loaded questions in an automatic world
you just won’t be seein the things you need,
as if you thought you would
oh I know… it’s never easy… when there’s trouble waitin for me