| My head is spinning in a dark room |
| You caught me staring at the ceiling |
| This is the setting of the seasons |
| I’ll use the cross-eyed thoughts to |
| Excuse myself, amuse myself |
| And loose myself until we come back down |
| To prove that hell is where my heart’s been |
| Run in circles 'til we come back down |
| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat |
| You’re my baby take a back seat |
| Hard drugs, fake love |
| It’s a sensation |
| Makes one hell of a collaboration |
| I’m falling down your stairwell |
| Eyes are closing if you can’t tell |
| Me the rhyme in all your reasons |
| 'Cause it’s the reason of the seasons |
| So excuse yourself, amuse yourself |
| And lose yourself before we come back down |
| To prove that hell is where your hearts' been |
| Run in circles 'til we come back down |
| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat |
| You’re my baby take a back seat |
| Hard drugs, fake love |
| It’s a sensation |
| Makes one hell of a collaboration |
| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat |
| You’re my baby take a back seat |
| Hard drugs fake love |
| It’s a sensation |
| Makes one hell of a collaboration |
| It’s in the bedroom, |
| In the basement |
| From your head down to your heart |
| Every flame that you spark in the light |
| And in the dark makes a light that they see |
| No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe |
| And the dark makes a light that they see |
| No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe |
| And the thoughts that we think |
| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat |
| You’re my baby take a backseat |
| Hard drugs, fake love |
| It’s a sensation |
| Makes one hell of a collaboration |
| Tonight we’re slaving to another beat |
| You’re my baby take a backseat |
| Hard drugs, fake love |
| It’s a sensation |
| Makes one hell of a collaboration |