Beatrotter - Rolo Tomassi

Damn these lips of mine

Loose juiced and short sighted

With only one thing in their minds tonight

So proclaim no shame

Shake rattle and lose control

We’ll dance to romance with circumstance leading

This faltering waltz of the unfeeling needing

I heard they’ve simply got no soul

But just move with a metronome click

What’s gonna happen when you fall

Out of this discotheque trip?