Bathtubs - EP Version

Hot little rhymes shot off the wall
 Spitting on the ground, hoping for more than just a vibration
 We've had our time, yeah we've seen it all
 That's all just a lie 'cause there's still a degree of celebration
 Flavours of the mind flow sweetly but sour
 Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub up-up-up-upon it
 And all that remains is the feeling in your chest
 It's a phantom in the room and you can't get a grip unless you grab it
 The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
 The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
 One for every bedroom where the tenants used to bathe
 The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way
 I dreamt
 I dreamt we
 I dreamt we gave into the pulse
 I dreamt we gave into the pulse, my pulse, your pulse, pulse, pulse
 The bathtubs in the hallway are here to stay
 The bathtubs in the hallway are in the way
 A dusty organ keeps them company
 A dusty organ keeps them company
 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven missing keys
 Our dusty organs keep us company
 Holed up with the rookies who turn it up
 Hallelujah, it's gonna get much brighter