Finge Eleven - Paralyser

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me

But so far has not been good
It's been shitty
And I feel awkward as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought of you and me
Well I am imagining

A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
[Chorus]
Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I'm looking too desperately

But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefullyBe closed in three weeks
That will be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining

A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
[Chorus] x 3

You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you