Hot little rhymes shot off the wall
Spitting on the ground, hoping for more than just a vibration
We’ve had our time, yeah we’ve seen it all
That’s all just a lie 'cause there’s still a degree of celebration
Flavors of the mind flow sweetly but sour
Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub up-up-up-upon it
And all that remains is the feeling in your chest
It’s a phantom in the room and you can’t get a grip unless you grab it
The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
One for every bedroom where the tenants used to bathe
The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way
I dreamt
I dreamt we
I dreamt we gave into the pulse
I dreamt we gave into the pulse, my pulse, your pulse, pulse, pulse
The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way
A dusty organ keeps them company
A dusty organ keeps them company
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven missing keys
Our dusty organs keep us company
Holed up with the rookies who turn it up
Hallelujah, it’s gonna get much brighter