Spizza

About to waste my night I hear you walking out of the blue A 35-year-old came by To collect his revenue There's nothing going on Around a hundred and tenth street But we're amazed By the way you move your feet I walk again my steps To see if I got you all alone But nothing changes on my mind I see you coming along Time's on your side You're on my mind The waiting feels so sweet And everyone is still amazed By the way you move your feet Outbreaking noise I hear the dance stop Everybody freeze We turn around and turn around And everyone got squeezed The sky is darkened By ominous whirling giant clouds I reach the phone — what's going on? Too many screaming mouths We run away where we don't know There's panic on the street Inside the shop close by the dock It's crowded, I don't fit I see a dancer pray to God And falling down a hole I walk away I see myself from distance I am small