Love on the mixing desk.

I had a love on the mix­ing desk, But it panned out wrong. We got lost to the room. Be­fore the second song.

I mon­itored our pro­gress, And our heart-beat’s lost for good. I tried to say I’m sorry, But nobody un­der­stood,

Be­cause they could­n’t hear. Our mes­sage was­n’t clear in the room any­more.

It pops and clicks to­gether When I turn to you and shout. Can you hear it loud and clear? When I check-check-check you out.

I tried re-chan­nel­ling our hearts, Un­til we’re side by side again. I grabbed the parts you liked, And I turned them up to ten.

We were al­most equal, Un­til we star­ted to peak we’ll never mas­ter what we’ve done. …

I thought we were a good mix. But our light’s been turn­ing red. I tried to pull a quick fix, But I cut the sig­nal dead.

I get a nervous twitch, While you ini­ti­ate a sob. All your emo­tions switch, While I’m act­ing like a knob.

I’m hav­ing treble get­ting down, Then I see it start to fade, I’m still hanging round this town. After the band’s already played.

It was love on the mix­ing desk. But it panned out wrong. We got lost to the room. Be­fore the second song.