Thrift Store Elevator
Flicker of a thrift-store mirror frame
Captured on a screen that plays the game
She orders water, calls it a night
Standing in the cold fluorescent light
Elevator door is closing slow
That terrible music playing low But we got our own beat in
the dark
Waiting for the spark
Glitter on the floor,
we don't need the rest
Dancing with the reflection on your chest Underneath the static,
we find the groove
Only way to make our bodies move (ooh-yeah)
Selfie on the glass is staying clear
While the elevator hums inside our ear Just a glass of water
on the tray
We can let the night-time fade away
Calling it a night
(calling it a night)
Under
retro light