Looking around, I think I've been here before, an all too familiar sensation This heavy breathing, the smell of your hair, the subtle silence as I'm
It's 4pm and I'm fading I punch out like a shot's fire (oh no) I'm out the door and race the clock for life and chasing down what's keeping me awake
Hey there, I saw you down at the dance floor I see you break a sweat, I guess you get what you pay for You got it going on, I see you're working it too
