What makes your tapping toes so much better than mine?
When the hours are lonesome, is it all that you think about?
We're all fingers and toes, shoulders and spines:
But you're all eyes at the moment, is there more to your sight?
Jesus man, there's high stakes! Aren't you concerned that when
The dopamine's gone there's nothing left of you?
That don't matter to you, I guess it's Friday night...
I'll come out with you too
How could you possibly know at your first taste
Of the strength of its
Hold or the length of a day?
You were young, you were bored
It was something to try? Wasn't it?
Well you're all eyes at the moment
Is that pleasure of fright?
Jesus man there's high stakes!
Aren't you concerned that when the dopamine's
Gone there's nothing left of you?
Well that don't matter to you, I guess it's Friday night...
I'll go out with you too;
We'll get some Digital Love until our faces are numb
There's no greater evil than it
Jesus man there's high stakes!
Aren't you concerned that when the dopamine's
Gone there's nothing left of you?
Well you can hardly refuse now that it's Tuesday night
Yeah it's not up to you now that the Digital Love
Has gone and swallowed you whole
Digital Love
(There's no greater evil than it.)