Dance Floor Metaphor - The Crüxshadows

Something falls on the horizon

I see a silhouette disappear

And in the distance, I heard him cry

As he fell deeper, into this

(Laughing)

Dull is life with a poets vice

Pretty, pretty girls and a lifetime of lies

Making something of another turn

Down an empty corridor

Smoking guns and apologies

Never given what you need

Scrap the simple games you play

And take them to the floor

Take back, take back your memory

Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony

Playing out your personal tragedy

Take back, take back the dancefloor

What’s it for?

When life is shallow and the living’s fast

Making love for things that’ll never last

Forget your heart, forget your past

And live inside the moment

When tv’s ugly and the sentiments cheap

And dreams are living outside of sleep

You can trust your heart to make you weak

And break down your fear of safety

Take back, take back your memory

Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony

Playing out your personal tragedy

Take back, take back the dancefloor

Project your heart, project your soul

Use your body, take control

(Repeat 3x)

When you’d make it crisp, much sharper to see

Like the spaces hidden inbetween

The candy faces are all I need

To make my heartbeat faster

Laying claim in a crowded room

To the sounds of thumping buzzcut zoo

Ask forgiveness if you fail

But take the floor for me Take back, take back your memory

Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony

Playing out your personal tragedy

Take back, take back the dancefloor

(Repeat)

Project your heart, project your soul

Use your body, take control

(Repeat 3x)

It’s basically disco