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   *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?