I'm staring at your haunting picture taken with your fingertips. Oh, yeah. The dust and light are melting them, my heart and head (it's all the same). Oh, yeah. So why are we still here, why are we talking and pretending it's okay? (Alright.) I'm driving down the high-speed road; you take off all your high-speed clothes. Oh, yeah. It's often said to take the path where it's guaranteed no one can stop us now. Nakedness is apathy and slowing down can't possibly hold out. (Hold on.) Let's hit the dance floor, take a bow, and show off how you're grown up now. Oh, yeah. Drink up all the energy, get drunk off all the sympathy. Oh, yeah. The beat drops out and all is calm, but all we want to do is rock the fuck out. Oh, yeah!