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