Meet Me In The Pocket lyrics

Flattered by your wish to kill me,
I blush pixels on and out.
I blush at your request to kill me.
This thank-you note is for faking it.
We`re working in a coma for a cheque and a chance.
We`re sleeping in a panic with the pixels and ads.
Oh, demands.
Dance or hang it up.
We`re sympathetic to chance.
Working through a coma for some cheque and a chance,
sleeping in a panic with some pixels and ads,
harming every tissue for some ticker tape pants.
Everybody ruins.
You can dance or hang it up.
Soften the tones and I`ll always make time.
Packing up on site, two thousand rooms.
Travel in tombs, and I`ll always make time.
Hang it up.