Phantom Compass (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Strobe cuts violet through the mezzanine

Ice melts down in a plastic cup of green

You spin left and the room tilts east

Subwoofer rattles through the teeth of the street

Two hundred bodies make a tidal swing

Every little kick drum bends the ring

Pre-Chorus

Which way is out when the ceiling glows

You tilt your chin and the current throws

Every needle in my blood aligned

Catching the static on the skyline

Chorus

You are the needle and you pull me through

Every strobe light flashes in electric blue

Spinning like a phantom compass on the floor

I don't need a way back anymore

Spinning like a phantom compass on the floor

Verse 2

Spilled gin drying on a leather sleeve

Bass kicks harder than the air we breathe

You weave right through the velvet rope

Sweat on the collar like a ribbon of smoke

Every beat drops heavy in the chest

Midnight running from east to west

Pre-Chorus

Which way is out when the ceiling glows

You tilt your chin and the current throws

Every needle in my blood aligned

Catching the static on the skyline

Chorus

You are the needle and you pull me through

Every strobe light flashes in electric blue

Spinning like a phantom compass on the floor

I don't need a way back anymore

Spinning like a phantom compass on the floor

Bridge

Let the city lose its grid tonight

We don't need a street or a traffic light

Crash the radar, break the dial

Running down the pulse of a million miles

Louder now, feel the ceiling lift

Watch the whole horizon shift

Chorus

You are the needle and you pull me through

Every strobe light flashes in electric blue

Spinning like a phantom compass on the floor

I don't need a way back anymore

Spinning like a phantom compass on the floor