Calculation Theme — Metric

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 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 for a skyline of numbers Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers 'till 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

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?