And I would love to see you
To see you, to see you fall

And I would love to see you fall
There would be no tears at all
'N' give it space for the flight to style
And making somewhat progress in your heart
All I wanna do, she said
Is on the bullets and bandages
Create the world and hold the cry
Use it as a sweetener in the night

It's our love in the house of queue's
It's our love in the house of queue's
"Running on, it mustn't feel"
is the only advice you'll be giving here

Don't like the dream about getting paid
That's my wallet looks so grey
Can you hold the tune?
Can you crack the smile?
Or is giving pleasure running out of style?

It's our love in the house of queue's
It's our love in the house of queue's
"Running on, it mustn't feel"
is the only advice you'll be giving here

You're gonna miss the rhythm
of a soul beating in the symphony
Tryna make out you're crazy
Tryna get a bit of sympathy
You're gonna miss the rhythm
of a soul beating in the symphony
Soul beating in the symphony
Soul beating in the symphony

Oh, I don't want to live in this fairytale you give
It started out in the house of blue's
And ended up in the house of queue's

It's our love in the house of queue's
It's our love in the house of queue's
"Running on, it mustn't feel"
is the only advice you'll be giving here
It's our love in the house of queue's
It's our love in the house of queue's
"Running on, it mustn't feel"
is the only advice you'll be giving here
Be giving here
Be giving here