WHEN THE LIGHTS COME ON

The tapping of the feet seemed loud There's a barrel in a whirlwind cloud I danced with a Spaniard man 'Til we had no breath left in our pounding chests I shuddered like I'm more bereft Danced grief from my pores Beat pounds like I'm knocking at the door The high hat stands like a feather I'm in, I'm in A paralytic loveless dream Not a single face I've seen Is a friend I recognize or recognizes me I blackout, I don't want your dim sum It's 3AM, I wanna dance 'til the sun comes I wanna fight your cousin I wanna tear through the night like an angel flare I'm a ten foot snare That cuts in the sky with no care, no care, no care, no A narcissist on a khaki stool The kids are not alright The kids are not Feels like I'm coming home Feels like I'm coming home A narcissist on a khaki stool The kids are not alright The kids are not