Torn Ticket Standoff

(shhh) Silver glass in the bathroom light

Fix the collar, the fit is right

Torn ticket stub on the marble stone

She walks out, she's in the zone

(where

did she go?)

Lost her in the crowd,

now she's back again

Empty luxury, shadows of a friend

Ticket in my pocket,

torn in two

Tension rising, what is she to do?

We are chasing the high,

living in the space

Nothing but the beat in this hollow place Yeah,

we dance through the luxury

emptiness (ooh, yeah)

She walks out the door,

then she comes right back

Leaving her trace on the dusty track

Just a torn ticket in a frame on the wall

Luxury fading as the structures fall

Living in the space In this hollow place (empty high)