Hard Light

The thing with you The thing with you The thing with you The thing with you Time is of the essence Time is of the essence You are the city, the room, the weather, the flights, the plan The reason and what excites the band The strobes, the drugs, the heights And how pics look in black and white The kids, their hair, their shoes And how they step their clothes with stripes in black and white You are the album, its songs, their notes The night, its stars, their sex, their moves, their light The thing with you The thing with you The thing with you I'll even throw in the apples