Counting Exits
(woo) He keeps the glasses dry,
he knows my brand of rye He counts the exits while the
records spin
Inside this living room,
the quiet pre-launch gloom Before the heavy crowded nights begin
Oh, the ice is melting fast
Is this a feeling that will last? (ahhh)
And the flash of instant regret
In a room that we haven't launched yet
But we dance to the rhythm of the neon sign
Counting exit lines
A soft release tonight,
under the yellow light My body moves but my mind is on
the run
A party flash is near,
developing the fear Of everything we've only just begun
With a flash of instant regret
In a room that we haven't launched yet
But we dance to the rhythm of the neon sign
Counting exit lines
Counting exit lines...
In this room tonight...