[Verse 1] We moved through the door like a chemical reaction, A perfect fit for the noise and the friction. You said your name was something French and vague, I gave a title, a clever, quick plague. We ordered the drinks with the difficult names, And watched the crowd play predictable games. The lighting is low, but the stakes are quite high, We came here tonight just to watch ourselves try. [Pre-Chorus] You're leaning in close, delivering a whisper, A sentence that’s far too loud and much too crisper. You’re moving your feet with practiced precision, Calculating the perfect decoration of collision. [Chorus] Each step you take, I feel the space between us disappear! With a perfect, cold, clinical grace. We know all the moves, we know all the angles, But there’s nothing alive in this space! It’s a Perfect Diagonal from the bar to the wall, It’s a beautiful equation, designed to enthrall. We spin and we jump, but we never quite touch, Because we’re performing the feeling we want too much. [Verse 2] You adjust your miniskirt, I fix my hair, A quick check for flaws that aren't really there. The music is loud, an insistent, quick drone, It makes us all beautiful and utterly alone. The sweat on your glass is the only emotion That hasn’t been faked for this cheap locomotion. You grab my hand, pull me deeper inside, To a feeling we both know we can't really hide. [Pre-Chorus] You’re leaning in close, delivering a whisper, You are speaking far too loud and much too clearer. You’re moving your feet with practiced precision, Calculating the perfect inevitable collision. [Chorus] Each step you take, I feel the space between us disappear! With a perfect, cold, clinical grace. We know all the moves, we know all the angles, But there’s nothing alive in this space! It’s a Perfect Diagonal from the bar to the wall, It’s a beautiful equation, designed to enthrall. We spin and we jump, but we never quite touch, Because we’re performing the feeling we want too much. [Bridge] Look at them go, look at them move, Every thrust of the hip, a statement to prove. They look like they're happy, they look like they're free, But their eyes are all locked on the exit, you see. We’re all just waiting for the punchline, the crash, For the moment the pretense turns quickly to a pass. It’s a beautiful system precise and so vain. And then we do it again! [Outro] It's Invisible! The Information! It's Unstoppable! The Calculation!
