i m sick you re tired let s dance break to love make lust i know it isn t i m sick you re tired let s dance dance dance cold as numbers but let s dance as though it were easy for you to lead me i could be passive gracefully half the horizon s gone skyline of numbers half the horizon s gone working the numbers til i m sick sleep don t pacify us until daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in dizzy when we talk so fast fields of numbers streaming past i wish we were farmers i wish we knew how to grow sweet potatoes and milk cows i wish we were lovers but it s for the best tonight your ghost will ask my ghost where is the love tonight your ghost will ask my ghost who here is in line for a raise tonight your ghost will ask my ghost where is the love tonight your ghost will ask my ghost who put these bodies between us 