Glass Danse - The Faint, Paul Oakenfold

Feel the vapor pressure drop

As the dark steam pours out the entrance

Real cold world is swirling into

A club that keeps the real life world out

Where every sense seems deathly weak

From the frozen time you spent in transit

The glass danse world flickers on

And the low end thaws your anxious body

Maybe I feel detached

I may just look too shy

It’s a disinterest not

That I’m a timid guy

I call them bodies but

They are attentive too

I feel the social glare

I feel the attitude

Watch as mirrors clear themselves

With the breath of frigid air that eased in

Made up babies all rotate as

A siren spins a beam of amber

Time sliced, beat by beat

In a row, in a club, in a line, in the city

The glass danse world flickers on

Because the cycle happens enough

A baby falls out warm

It’s screaming for its life

An infant tries to danse

As it grows up then dies

That’s simplified, but

When your complexion dries

You wake up cold and think

You wish it’d been this way