(Counting down until the end of time)

We meet out on the street

To seek our inner darkness

Your scent of tangerine

Mixed with hot, burning wires

Under the TV sky

Gripping your hand so tight

Fingertips touch through rubber

Mouth so dry with fright

Green light glints off your visor

Breath fogged until it’s white

The pounding of the bassline

Sending us a warning sign

Go dance with it

Go face the fire

We’re counting down

Until the end of time

Go dance with it

Go feed desire

We’re counting down

Until the end of time

We slip into the alley

Lit by our inner sun

We’re breathing in each other

No visors, no gloves

Under the TV sky

Gripping each other tight

Fingers that fight cold zippers

Mouths sip sweet delight

Your back against the concrete

You glide against my thigh

The pounding of the bassline

Beating through your chest to mine

Go dance with it

Go face the fire

We’re counting down

Until the end of time

Go dance with it

Go feed desire

We’re counting down

Until the end of time