| Time, there’s a place where it goes |
| Only the lonely know |
| Nothing fills these empty hearts on my shore |
| Where flesh looks for something more |
| So you’re the best mind I know |
| Still you’re useless and slow like me |
| When they knock down your door |
| You just lie there and moan or you sink like a stone again |
| Something moves, something beats inside |
| Black drums in my head |
| Something’s keeping me awake at night |
| Black drums in my head |
| I’ve got this feeling, that your floor is my ceiling |
| You’re dancing in high heels |
| Making sure someone knows that I’m breathing |
| You’re dancing in high heels |
| Hurt, there’s a place where it goes |
| Only the lonely know |
| In your head there’s a million ideas |
| No one knows that they’re there but me |
| Love, you’re so useless it hurts |
| You’ve been useless since birth like me |
| When you shine your light on mine |
| It’s this optical thing where the colors all |
| Something moves, something beats inside |
| Black drums in my head |
| Something’s keeping me awake at night |
| Black drums in my head |
| I’ve got this feeling, that your floor is my ceiling |
| You’re dancing in high heels |
| Making sure someone knows that I’m breathing |
| You’re dancing in high heels |
| The best minds I know |
| Lost in the |
| Remember them when |
| They’re dead |
| Making sure someone knows that I’m breathing |
| Making sure someone knows that I’m breathing |
| I’ve got this feeling, that your floor is my ceiling |
| I’ve got this feeling, that your floor is my ceiling |
| You’re dancing in high heels |