Tap Dance - Miracles of Modern Science

Let’s face it: we’re running out of time

I call it off unless you call my bluff

Don’t chase it, don’t serve me up a line

Don’t bite your tongue and tell me I’m enough

I can’t

Romance

When we always

Tap dance

Still bitter, I take it from your tone

Maybe it’s something we can talk about?

No better than being left alone

To sit and watch you while you shut me out

I can’t

Romance

When we always

Tap dance

Okay, you don’t want to say that we’re done, we’re done, we’re done

It’s too late, but we can delay it, you won, you won, you won

You’ve got your teeth in my sweater

I’ve got your keys, but whatever

At the first sign of trouble you run away

You’ve got your teeth in my sweater

I’ve got your keys, but whatever

At the first sign of trouble you run away

At the first sign of trouble you run away, I can’t

At the first sign of trouble you run away, I can’t

See when we’re moving together

Whether we’re grooving or whether

It’s the worst kind of shuffle

A runaway tap dance