Well you're running to the microchips And you're falling on your feet And you're running to the West side But you're trying to be discreet And you're falling for the hip line And you're busting out of here And you're hanging with the sublime And you're living out your tears
But you hang on tight Like love at first sight And you hang on tight Like It was your last night
And you're dancing on the windowsills And you're popping things that count And you never felt a real slide No significant amount And you're going around at warp speed And you're fishing for a break And you're living on the East side And you never fell sedate And you're living in a dream world And you're jumping on the roof And when you're crawling down the hallway You're still trying to act aloof And somewhere in your dark side Everything's fuct It seeps into your vision Of being thunderstruck
But you hang on tight Like love at first sight And you hang on tight Like It was your last night
Compositor: Richard T Otcasek (Ric Ocasek) (SESAC)Editores: Lido Music (SESAC), Universal Music Corporation (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #2259837 em 10/Abr/2024