Last Track Fit
(mhhh-hmmm) One more track in the smoke and glow
Staring in the mirror before I go Checking the collar,
fixing the seams Lost in a world of soft-crime dreams
In the cash-booth shadow we count the stack
Stay with me for one more song
In this glass cage where we belong Counting bills under paper light
One last fit check before the night (ooh-ooh)
Hold it down, count it out
Never look back with a shadow of doubt No fake talk,
just a clean retreat Leaving our marks on the concrete street
Two-way mirrors, a velvet gate
Every move feels like second-hand fate I watch the door while you
count the blue
Everything shines but it isn't true
Stay with me for one more song
In this glass cage where we belong Counting bills under paper light
One last fit check before the night (yeah-yeah)
Just one more track...
Checking the fit...