Borrowed Lighter

Borrowed lighter,

sticky dance floor

One-fourteen AM

Oh,

tell me how we got this high Trading secrets underneath the strobe

light (yeah-yeah) Everything is glossy,

everything is bright But we are holding on to one last spark

tonight

You only call me when the clock strikes late

Trading gossip like it's currency at the gate Plastic cups and a

flickering flame

We both know how to play this midnight game

And you need a spark to keep the cold away

We don't care what the cynics say

Oh,

tell me how we got this high Trading secrets underneath the strobe

light (yeah-yeah) Everything is glossy,

everything is bright But we are holding on to one last spark

tonight

Just a borrowed lighter in a crowded room Fading out as the

speakers boom

(ooh-ooh) Just a temporary glow

Before the morning lets us go

Sticky dance floor,

one-fourteen (one-fourteen)

Keep the spark