If it weren't for the last minute I'd get nothing done
Just before the finishing comes another drum loop
Smoke machine blowing out a 'bout of love
Love is getting sweetening into this drink
Lighting passing over on my thinking
And all over the floor, let the fucks get the bin

Known you so long I can rely on your memory

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune
She's a beacon, gleaming equal of the disco moon
All the sleepless еvenings and the grief this еvening strewn
Over grief receding morning mists in 3 repeated Junes

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune
Feelings deepen, like I feel for well receiving tunes
Fleeting up from the party into the sky
Receding from my seeing like a 3-year-olds balloon

Known you so long I can rely on your memory

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune
Dreamlike visions often can just disappear too soon
Beaded sweat, like dewdrops in the weeds preceding noon
Green-eyed monsters sleep for now and leave me to my tunes
Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune
Fuck those cheap adventures, always spent in the saloon
This evenings smoke machine can even smell like a perfume
Don't seek the answers to the riddles of those fleeting runes
Feet keep moving, teeth keep chewing, see me Jesus through

Deep it see they're dreaming, deep sea sleep in neat cocoons
I can feel the tension, but I'll eat it with a spoon
Secrets whispered easy to see what the people do
Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else's tune
Teardrops dry and you can try and cry me a lagoon

Put a finger to the wind of the draft
Coming in the fire exit like heaven
If it weren't for the last minute I'd get nothing done

Known you so long I can rely on your memory