Testo di Delight In Disorder

Dancehall fever, it's all perfection, where's your alibi It seems I'm missing every button, but I'm in style Oh no we don't match in any way Life's little disfunctions we're all so eager to play And we all sing along cause we're caught in the thrill of it Just tell us we're wrong, just tell us we're losing it Such a beautiful disarray, we're all so perfectly anarchy But we wont change a thing no we wouldn't change a Another faux-fun alter-ego performing for the crowd Take a picture, we're not looking Plagiarise that pout Oh we're all so elegantly wild Darlings to disorder, victims of the style And we all sing along...