Standard (EADGBE)
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, dance, dance...
Cold as numbers, but let's dance.
As though it were easy, for you to leave me.
I could be passive, gracefully.
Half the horizon's gone- skyline of numbers.
Half the horizon's gone- working the numbers 'til I'm sick...
Sleep don't pacify us, until...
Day break sky lights up the 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 it's 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?'