We don't have money
So we can't lose it
But you touching me like piano keys
You can't buy that movement

What do we get from this soft transaction?
We know the money lies
And we can't put a price
On this brand of action

We're all just selling time
You got a lot to lose
The paper is a ticking clock
You got a lot to lose

What does it cost for this life of excess?
Would you ever miss your desk's caress?

There is no mouth to you
Trace it's shape on you
But you seem to let it fuck you anyway

What you got to lose?