Ding.
The elevator stops.
Stuck into the cage where we're allowed to get caught.
Hey
Is that coffee I smell?
(The distraction from the thought to rebel.)
We attend the call
Kneeling to the spinning hands we've given control.
Wait
Here's there's no games to play
And yet you're always playing.
Reverie stuck in overtime.
I feel like it's the first time
I've changed the place I'm in,To be consulting you.
It's pushing for a raise,Or is our pushing rising?
Our daily dose of morning shine.
Discovering what's color in rooms stuck in gray.
Are my emotions coming through?
All day caught up in different tasks.
Just can't let this chance pass.
Would some extra time be too much to ask?
Let's skip the formalities
And take the lead for once
Or do these so-called "hierarchies"
Can beat our need to dance?
I hear insecurities
Well, let's put them on hold.
I've waited for too long
For my line to be called.
Let's be unprofessional
And let's stop telling lies
Are my true feelings well-disguised
By wearing suits and ties?
There are things that can't be said inside the subject line
Do I make myself clear?
How can I make you mine?
It's worth discussing and
It's worth holding a meeting
It's worth holding your hand
Woah...
Wait...
The corporate ladder is too tall
A threat how easy it is to fall
For you
Wake up
Does making all the rules
Make it much worse to break them
Running from whispers through the hall
If this is right
Or this is wrong
I can't hang up the phone
Can't work through this agenda all alone
Asking what happened to my nights
Personal paradise
How come that my dreams now show from 9 to 5?
Learned to put my strongest front,To be the one in charge
Should I teach you the guidelines on the way into my heart?
There's no need for emails.
There's no need for schedule sheets.
As long as there's no stares,We'll find our time to meet
That's enough of typing,Can't you see that you're my type?
What other situation makes me love to work at night?
There are things that can't be said inside the subject line
Do I make myself clear?
How can I make you mine?
Let's skip the formalities
And take the lead for once
Or do these so-called "hierarchies"
Can beat our need to dance?
I hear insecurities
Well, let's put them on hold.
I've waited for too long
For my line to be called.
Let's be unprofessional
And let's stop telling lies
Are my true feelings well-disguised
By wearing suits and ties?
There are things that can't be said inside the subject line
Do I make myself clear?
How can I make you mine?