Songtexte The Compromise (Demo) - The Format

You, you think it's cool to be crazy
I say, "You're born rich, stay rich
There's no point in taking chances"
And me, oh me, no no
I wouldn't call it a sophomore slump
I'd say I'm one step closer to being just where I want
To be
Away from the sea
Away from this machine, alright

So meet me in the middle
Come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise

Step one, find a partner, grab a pen
Don't you dare ask questions, just sign on the dotted line
Step two, throw your partner behind a desk where they'll do
Absolutely nothing so it's your job to dance and smile
The whole time
And don't call it a trend
'Cause it's the only way we think to get ahead

So meet me in the middle
Come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise
There's no sense in complaining
It doesn't change our minds
So take me by the hand, let's compromise

I can feel your feet touching mine
If you can't dance with someone else in line

I can feel your feet touching mine
If you can't dance with someone else in line

So meet me in the middle
Come on, let's make up a dance
And we'll agree to call it the compromise
There's no sense in complaining
It doesn't change our minds
So take me by the hand, let's compromise

Alright, alright, alright