Texty: One Man Army. Last Word Spoken. Red Light's Tinge.

A picture fills this lonely scene devoid of answers coming to me will you do that, that dance for me you've never looked better under red light's tinge fading in and out my misery falls to the wayside of confusion she can dance with me at length she said she'd be my new things at times she always said she'd be the etched in number scribbled on my wall feeds my head with an itch to call you over for that dance with me from across the room that shameless stare that slow striptease and that heated air find it's mark under red lights she can dance with me at length she said she'd be my new things at times she always said she'd be [repeat]