| Can’t get rid of your feeling, |
| I should give it up and spit it out. |
| I can’t find my own, join your crowd. |
| I move in circles you make my tracks. |
| Florescent lies, smoke filled rooms, |
| Is where i ended up with broken past. |
| The room would swell, i’m in bloom. |
| Confuse me first, consume me last. |
| Please get away from your disco clouds. |
| And the days we’ve taken all for granted, |
| All for granted, |
| Now are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again we could last forever. |
| It’s hell for the tourist, photo call to capture the moment when you fall. |
| Please get away from your disco clouds, your disco clouds. |
| Please get away from your disco clouds, your disco clouds. |
| Days we’ve taken all for granted. |
| Days we’ve taken all for granted. |
| Days we’ve taken all for granted, |
| All for granted, |
| Now are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again we could last forever. |