White Lines Dancing - Josh Pyke

White lines dancing

In the ripple of a heat wave

Your hand on my thigh

Never thought I’d be the one

To get a little luck on

Please let me be wrong

We live our lives through

Each other

Not below and not above

And if I make it to the other side

I know

It’ll be through the middle of your love

Now I’m waiting for some friction

Slow me down

Please

Slow me down slow me down

And one day I’ll be waiting up for

Your keys in the front door

Eyes wide open

Like I’ve never seen you before

You hang your jacket

On the back of the chair

You throw your keys on the table

There’s so much to tell you

I hope I can remember it all

'Cause waiting is a gamble

Sometimes you forget

What you were waiting for

Now you’re crying in the front yard

You wouldn’t put your shoes on

But wait for me

Wait for me

Wait

White lines dancing

You’re living right through me

Thought I must have been led

Turns out

I was always leading

And never will I be

Bled dry

If I never stop bleeding

And we walked the streets at night

And we talked with a fever

We put a little money in a jar

That we could spend in the future

And I was trying to belong to you

But you were living right through me

And I remember thinking

If I could get a little luck on

Through the sheer force of my will

That I could make something happen

Your hand on my thigh

And I remember you told me

That there would always be

More time

But one day

There won’t be