This could be a test of desire, so stay 'til the lights burn outnDreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditionalnSo keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every movenThe feeling it could pay out has severed away somehownnAnd every time it works out, you'd like to cash outnTell me there is a reason to keep motion on our sidenI guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strongnIf you play your numbers... nNow you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signsnIf we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happennSight but without depth perceptionnIf you play your numbers... nNow you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signsnToo bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happennSight but without depth perceptionnnHope that we are destined and not testing out our lucknThrough all of the hands we hold, we’re losing in staminanSo fade this scene, everyone’s watching a scripted lullabynWhatever your heart may feel won’t amount to the sex appealnnAnd every time it works out, you'd like to cash outnTell me there is a reason to keep motion on our sidenI guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strongnIf you play your numbers... nNow you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signsnIf we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happennSight but without depth perceptionnIf you play your numbers... nNow you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signsnToo bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happennSight but without depth perceptionnnWe'll shimmer and grind our teeth nAt the thought of our competition fadingnWe'll speak in monologuesnWell I am waiting, I am waitingnnThis could be a test of desire, so stay 'til the lights burn outnDreams are unoriginal, and movement traditionalnSo keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every movenThe feeling it could pay out has severed away somehownnIf you play your numbers... nNow you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signsnIf we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happennSight but without depth perceptionnIf you play your numbers... nNow you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signsnToo bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happennSight but without depth perceptionnnSight but without depth perceptionnSight but without depth perceptionnWe'll shimmer and grind our teeth nAt the thought of our competition fadingnWe'll speak in monologuesnWell I am waiting, I am waitingnnI'm writing for playing on an empty handnIs trying worth nothing when chance defines an end? nI'm writing for playing nIs ambition all we'll ever have?