Hallway Smiles

(one, two, three)

And we were standing in the hallway past security

You smiled for the camera but you meant none of it to

me Now you're the main point,

no longer just a guest

Buying little crystals, trying to clear out all the rest (oh-oh-oh)

Fluorescent hum in the metaphysical aisle Pick up a piece of quartz,

pretend that it's your style I watched you laugh with the cashier

at the till While the night outside was turning perfectly still

I see the plastic price tag on the sage

We're reading off a different kind of page

And we were standing in the hallway past security You smiled for

the camera but you meant none of it to me Now you're

the main point, no longer just a guest Buying little crystals,

trying to clear out all the rest (yeah)

We drive at midnight just to clear the air Reflections of the

dashboard everywhere No mud,

no mess, just crystal-shop mania

Lost in the fluorescent light of your arena

Past security...

You meant none of it...

(none of it)