[Intro] (Atmospheric electric guitar, slow drum beat) [Verse 1] [Spoken, nonchalant] The neon sign is flickering a coded message to the street While you’re tracing silver circles with your tired, restless feet There’s a perfume in the hallway that smells like bad advice And a look inside your eyes that’s cold as cinematic ice. [Pre-Chorus] (Build up with bass) And the taxi’s at the corner, humming a lonely tune Under the watchful, cynical eye of a paper-mâché moon. [Chorus] [Baritone crooner] Oh, we’re dancing on the edge of a digital dream Where nothing’s quite as vintage as it’s made to seem Give me a wink and a half-hearted smile I’ll stay for a drink, or at least for a while. [Verse 2] You’ve got that leather-bound logic, sharp enough to cut the air With a "don't-mind-me" attitude and gravity to spare The jukebox is a graveyard of songs we used to know Before we traded soul for the glitter and the show. [Bridge] [Falsetto] Is it too late to be honest? Is it too soon to be true? In this velvet-lined circus I’m just a ghost of me and you. [Guitar Solo] (Vintage, slightly distorted, bluesy) [Chorus] Oh, we’re dancing on the edge of a digital dream Where nothing’s quite as vintage as it’s made to seem Give me a wink and a half-hearted smile I’ll stay for a drink, or at least for a while. [Outro] (Music slows down) Just for a while... In the paper-mâché moonlight... (Fade out) [End]
