We don't have money
So we can't lose it
But you touching me like piano keys

You can't buy that movement

What do we get from this soft transaction?

We know the money lies
And we can't put a price
On this brand of action


We're all just selling time
You got a lot to lose

The paper is a ticking clock
You got a lot to lose


What does it cost for this life of excess?
Would you ever miss your desk's caress?


There is no mouth to you
Trace it's shape on you
But you seem to let it $#&@ you anyway


What you got to lose?