The dust from a four-day affair is now landing
All over the floor and your brown legs
The gold plated legs of my rival
Whose eyes have no reason to fall

You've led a celibate life
No skirt while chemicals danced on your head
You stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight

Because of your struggle to make them
Their taste for your past time is fading
Remember the girls in the middle
are always the first to fall off

You've learned to live like a mouse
Searching the cracks in the floor to remember
All of the dregs in the crowd you barely recall

You've led a celibate life
No skirt while chemicals danced on your head
You stole the keys to this ride and you're falling tonight

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): James Mercer