Lletres: My Morning Jacket. Dancefloors.

Daybreak, nightfall, long as I believe
there ain't nothing glowin like this skin you're showin and the keys you gave to me
nightjails, poolhalls, some things are everywhere
so for the past I'm diggin a grave so big, it will swallow up the sea
oh I know... that it's easy... there's no trouble waitin for me
dancefloors, headlights, in my blood there's gasoline
for an urban boy on a dirty tour I never felt so clean
loaded questions in an automatic world
you just won't be seein the things you need, as if you thought you would
oh I know... it's never easy... when there's trouble waitin for me