Before the Fever - Grimes

I tease my little ashtray

With a burning cigarette

I don’t want to run away

I don’t even know you yet

I got everything you want

I can make it feel so wet

I’m a little bit in love with you

I can take your picture, baby

This is the sound of the end of the world

Dance me to the end of the night, be my girl

Madness, intellect, audacity

Truth and the lack thereof

They will kill us, oh, have no doubt

There are many ways in

But there’s only one way out

There’s only one way out

There’s so many ways in

But there’s only one way out

This is the sound of the end of the world

I get lost

Can you get lost with me, baby?

I get lost

Can you get lost with me, baby?

I get lost (I get lost, I get lost)

I get lost (Can you get lost with me, baby?)

(Lost)

(I get lost) (Lost with me, baby?)

(I get lost)

(There's a way through, ooh)

(There's always a way through)

(Ooh-ooh)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)