The curtain thins
Violins announce the score is over
The symphony dears the folded chairs
And walk towards the snack bar
And I forget what the libretto was all about
At eight o'clock you drop me off
And not a word was spared for us
Drinks at ten, we're off again
The crowds and bouncers stare at us
And the last one out of the car fills the meter up
Don't say your name, just dance with me
Oh no, my ride is gone it's time to leave
Then racing for the sink
I shove my head in
And the world looks like heaven
It's all white


source: Songteksten.nl

Language: english
Mood: Earnest; Dramatic; Refined; Passionate; Rousing; Brooding; Intense; Volatile; Angst-Ridden; Theatrical; Literate; Searching; Hypnotic; Ambitious; Fiery; Self-Conscious; Indulgent; Uncompromising; Tense/Anxious; Elaborate
Theme: Introspection; Cool & Cocky; The Creative Side
Style: Alternative Pop/Rock; Alternative/Indie Rock; Indie Rock


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