Well you're running to the microchips
And you're falling on your feet
And you're running to the West side
But you're trying to be discreet
And you're falling for the hip line
And you're busting out of here
And you're hanging with the sublime
And you're living out your tears

But you hang on tight
Like love at first sight
And you hang on tight
Like It was your last night

And you're dancing on the windowsills
And you're popping things that count
And you never felt a real slide
No significant amount
And you're going around at warp speed
And you're fishing for a break
And you're living on the East side
And you never fell sedate
And you're living in a dream world
And you're jumping on the roof
And when you're crawling down the hallway
You're still trying to act aloof
And somewhere in your dark side
Everything's fuct
It seeps into your vision
Of being thunderstruck

But you hang on tight
Like love at first sight
And you hang on tight
Like It was your last night