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