Time & Place

Go You've got a lot of nerve coming 'round this place If you're a pretty boy, you've got to save face And it's all wrong Turn around Let's get it on You've got a lot of curves past your gait Life in the future tense is so much weight Space is the emptiness, nothingness between two things But the space in your heart, baby Generates your pain And it's all wrong Turn around Let's get it on I realized you're like a bummed cigarette Suicide in slow motion You're such a drag, all that's left is a decent butt Your promises are smoke I see you inhale And it's all wrong Turn around Let's get it on Turn around Let's fucking get it on