Under lights
He sits and waits for something to come to him
From the heights
Or the hot place in hell he reserved
He won't try
It's there or it's not but a chance is slim
That it will drop, and hit the spot, and fall in
She watches the clock like a sickness
She'll blink and it's dark outside
Feels the time pass like the ultimate
Countdown to what
Can't get off on the openness of space
Can't step down from an escalated pace
Didn't get to see your face
But I like the way it sounded
I like the way you made it sound
The way you made it
Can't get off on the openness of space
Can't step down from an escalated pace
Didn't get to see your face
But I like the way it sounded
I like the way you made it sound
The way you made it sound
He's takin' it on
He's walkin' around
He's takin' it off
He's walkin'