Dinosaur Dance Floor

Street lights are no guarantee
From assassins in the dark
You are one false move
From losing everything you are
Sat along a busy wall of senses
It's a smoke screen
And with slight trepidation
It must of eluded your memory
It must of eluded your memory

A crystal ball, that shines and glows out
We pray and we hope for something
Maybe we'll see it one last time
Maybe we'll feel it one last time

You're not alone in feeling
Fragile and half confused
A heightened sense of inability
You're tirelessly unaware
Precariously, you hold out your hand
Without hazard lights
The translation is to either sink or swim
Is to either sink or swim

A crystal ball, that shines and glows out
We pray and we hope for something
Maybe we'll see it one last time
Maybe we'll feel it one last time

Maybe it's too hard to admit

You have no control
You have no control
You have no control
You have no control