I've got problems rolling off of my fingertips.nI've got the weight of the world left on both my lips.nStop tempting, tempting me, tempting tempting tempting me with your collarbones and church hall bangin' dance floor hips.nYou've got a turnaround smile like a turnstile.nBuild me up, tear me down, watch me burn for awhile.nYou're getting, getting me, getting getting me s-so easily with irony and lyrical miles.nnEverybody takes a step towards the citynWhen they find out what they want, but they know they'll never get itnI get what I want, but did I get what I needed?nA big love, yeah - that'd be enough.nnYou say you're history - well, baby - history sure misses me.nI'm terribly concerned with the conception of you kissing me.nYou're talking, talking big, talking talking big, but we both know it's a terrible idea to be missed.nSo take me on down to the big towns.nWe'll dress like our dreams, like we know this sound.nCause you, and me, we're bringing us down,nWe're making problems out of being around.nnEverybody takes a step towards the citynWhen they find out what they want, but they know they'll never get itnI get what I want, but did I get what I needed?nDid I get what I needed?nWhat you needed was for me to believe.nnEverybody takes a step towards the citynWhen they find out what they want, but they know they'll never get itnI get what I want, but did I get what I needed?