Calculation

Fixed up the chords a bit. 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 dance dance... Cold as numbers but let’s dance.   As though it were easy    for you to leave me.   I could be passive gracefully. Half the horizon’s gone-  skyline of numbers. Half the horizon’s gone-  working the numbers ’til I’m sick...                 Sleep don’t pacify us until... Day break sky lights up the 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.   I wish we were lovers   but it’s for the best... 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?’