I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance Break to love make lust I know it isn't I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance Cold as numbers but let's dance As though it were easy for you to lead me I could be passive gracefully Half the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers 'Till I'm sick Sleep don't pacify us until Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in Dizzy when we talk so fast Fields of numbers streaming past I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows I wish we were lovers, but its for the best Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost Where is the love? Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost Who here is in line for a raise? Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost Where is the love? Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost Who put these bodies between us?