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?