Broken Groove Anatomy
Watch the clock spin on the wall
No one's waiting for the call
Underneath the pressure rise
Looking through a cool disguise (hmmm)
We build the pressure up and down
Silent footsteps in this town
Oh, we dance inside the lines
Paying for these quiet designs Can you feel it snap? (yeah)
Paper thin and painted grey
Nothing left for us to say
We walk the grid and trace the seams
Fading out our quiet dreams
Oh, we dance inside the lines
Paying for these quiet designs Can you feel it snap? (yeah)