The thing with you The thing with you The thing with you The thing with you
Time is of the essence Time is of the essence
You are the city, the room, the weather The flights, the plan The reason and what excites the band The strobes, the drugs, the heights And how pics look in black and white The kids, their hair, their shoes And how they step their clothes with stripes in black and white You are the album, its songs, their notes The night, its stars, their sex Their moves, their light
Time is the thing with you The thing with you The thing with you The thing with you
