I Loved to Watch Them...

these kids i met dressed like insubordination,
hopped the latest trend to the nearest bus station,
i admit back then i did not know such contempt,
i was swept by the current and i just loved to watch them dance.
to the rhythm of their stride, their oscillating groove,
unchecked and wild. the smile i can't hide,
creeps slowly from behind. the blood drains from my heart,
and reminds me i'm alive. i loved to watch them dance.

at those old shows, the whole world outside faded.
the chaos we chose was just less complicated.
the sense of control was the thing we were after,
when things fell apart, we kept up, we moved faster,
the drums dropped out and the tension thickened.
we held our breath, til the beat kicked back in.
then everyone was moving, everyone was moving,
no one took the time to breath. (badmouth)
you try to take a breath? well not in this life.
i've got my reasons to be here. i love to watch them dance.
to the rhythm of their stride, their oscillating groove,
unchecked and wild. the smile i can't hide,
creeps slowly from behind. the blood drains from my heart,
and proves that i'm alive. i loved to watch them...

bitter to the connection i'd felt when i was young,
it no longer fazed me, that i'd thought
"this could be the one, that finally fucking saves me."
i'd only come around to see if there was something left for me,
but all the kids, they just seemed fucking crazy. all thinking:
"this could be the one, that finally fucking saves me."
we carried on, carried on until the sun had almost come,
but it was just something to believe in.
and in the end it wasn't what we needed.
it seemed the smallest of concessions,
but i never found a soul with the heart to mention,
just how they'd jumped at the promise of redemption.
but what meant most was once we'd faded and became ghosts,
to let go, when you'd lost hope.