Interlude: The DJ Affair - Velveteen

From the bird house straight to the kids explode

Anyone would dare

To believe you had the slightest doubt

As you shot your dice

And it felt like you were about to call

It felt like you were about to call

Just a short glance back to the firehouse

Where you spilled your beer

How I wished you’d like me to stick around

As I passed outside

And it felt like you were

It felt like you were

It felt like you were about to call

It felt like you were about to call