"Blue Heat"
_Microphonies_
Cabaret Voltaire
Come into a dusty room
Sitting down with empty papers
Wipe your smoke through the hallways
Someone whispers in the darkness
Might be here, way too long
All alone in this new light
This isn't love in wartime
Blue, blue, strip you blue
Blue, blue, strip you blue
This star, like a die is cast
Nice talking, under wraps
Tracing their every movement
Seducing me in wartime
Scatter the dusty papers
But it's late, the time clicks over
I am, still moving
I feel, her voice is nearer
With me, I'm part of you
Return, to these rooms
Come back to, blue heaven
Blue, blue, strip you blue
Blue, blue, strip you blue
Come into dusty rooms
Sit down with empty papers
Wipe the smoke through the hallways
Someone whispers in the darkness
Might be there, way too long
Scatter the dusty papers
Come back to, blue heaven
Blue, blue, strip you blue
Blue, blue, strip you blue
Blue, blue, strip you blue
Blue, blue, strip you blue