Sure we can dance
We can all dance like sweaty fools
And tear at each other’s skin.
Chew each other’s faces off.
We can stare into each other’s vacant eyes
And ride waves of painful lies
Lust is a beast with its hand down your pants.
Love is a beast with its hand down your pants.
These closing walls and descending ceilings
Flash multicolour to distort
For those on drugs have lost
Of their surroundings.
Infinite faces like another,
But you hunt each other out,
Tread on toes and point at those
And drink and drink and drink,
Because you never stopped to think
where any of this might lead
Because regret is something
You can deal with
When you feel like shit tomorrow
When party you has been put to bed
And only rational you is left in your head
To ponder the things you’ve done
But hey, fuck it – now is now
So a writhing tongue and a squeezed bum
Become the epicentre of your fun
And you play games to see
If it’s anyone in here
Or specifically me that you want.
You lock on to each other
Throughout the night,
Become each other’s victim
In this insane little fight of love
And lust, mistrust and just
A few tiny words in a very long night.
Winter means you were saved
From the early rise of morning’s plight
So time it seemed
Was on your side to let you steal
Your own piece of love.
Just for you. Just for one night.
You offered each other the feeling
Of true love.
Because love is a drug
And just as addictive as any other
Sniffed, mainlined or lugged.
So lie in a bathtub
With your clothes on and talk
There’s no window to speak of
To break any light and become
Each other’s cocoon buddy for a few
Stolen hours where the dryness of
Showers hang over you like flowers
And your skin withers and cowers
Love follows you around for days
Being the reason you were saved.