Acoustic Remix Tabs
This could be a test of desire,
So stay til' the lights burn out.
Dreams are unoriginal,
And movement's traditional.
So keep moving,
Everyone's watching and scoring your every move.
The feeling it could pay out,
Has severed away somehow.
Every time it works out,
You'd like to cash out.
Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side.
I guess I could be wrong but,
My feelings stand strong.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
Hope that we are,
Destined and not testing out our luck.
Through all of the hands we hold,
We're losing in stamina.
So fade this scene,
Everyone's watching a scripted lullaby.
Whatever your heart may feel,
Won't amount to the sex appeal.
Every time it works out,
You'd like to cash out.
Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side.
I guess I could be wrong but,
My feelings stand strong.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
We'll shiver and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading.
We'll speak in monologues.
Well I am waiting.
I am waiting.
This could be a test of desire,
So stay til' the lights burn out.
Dreams are unoriginal,
And movement's traditional.
So keep moving,
Everyone's watching and scoring your every move.
The feeling it could pay out,
Has severed away somehow.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
We'll shiver and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading.
We'll speak in monologues.
Well I am waiting.
I am waiting.
I'm writing,
Fore playing on an empty hand,
Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end?
I'm writing,
Fore playing on an empty hand,
Is ambition all we'll ever have?
So stay til' the lights burn out.
Dreams are unoriginal,
And movement's traditional.
So keep moving,
Everyone's watching and scoring your every move.
The feeling it could pay out,
Has severed away somehow.
Every time it works out,
You'd like to cash out.
Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side.
I guess I could be wrong but,
My feelings stand strong.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
Hope that we are,
Destined and not testing out our luck.
Through all of the hands we hold,
We're losing in stamina.
So fade this scene,
Everyone's watching a scripted lullaby.
Whatever your heart may feel,
Won't amount to the sex appeal.
Every time it works out,
You'd like to cash out.
Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side.
I guess I could be wrong but,
My feelings stand strong.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
We'll shiver and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading.
We'll speak in monologues.
Well I am waiting.
I am waiting.
This could be a test of desire,
So stay til' the lights burn out.
Dreams are unoriginal,
And movement's traditional.
So keep moving,
Everyone's watching and scoring your every move.
The feeling it could pay out,
Has severed away somehow.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
"If you play your numbers..."
Now you've got me thinking about routine and dollar signs.
Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen.
Sight but without depth perception.
We'll shiver and grind our teeth at the thought of our competition fading.
We'll speak in monologues.
Well I am waiting.
I am waiting.
I'm writing,
Fore playing on an empty hand,
Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end?
I'm writing,
Fore playing on an empty hand,
Is ambition all we'll ever have?