Turn Off the Lights, I’m Watching Back to the Future, pt. II Dance Gavin Dance
"Turn Off the Lights, I’m Watching Back to the Future, pt. II" by Dance Gavin Dance is a #Rock song released in 2018. It explores themes of nostalgia, escapism, and the complexities of relationships. The lyrics blend humor with introspection, while the music features intricate guitar work and dynamic vocal shifts, showcasing the band's signature style. The song reflects a cultural connection to the iconic film and resonates with fans who appreciate its blend of fun and depth.
[Chorus: Tilian, Jon Mess]
You always keep me coming back for more
So many faces in the world, but I want yours
The way you make me feel inside my bones
I can't remember how it feels to be alone
And when you call my phone late at night
Anticipation always burns me up inside
Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
It's analogy backfire in the cliché storm of backwards prose
Shoot the agony beam, wearing sacrificial clothes
[Verse 1: Tilian]
I haven't slept for weeks
Just a couple more and I'll be yours
I'll be coming home again
And we'll tear apart those sheets
And forget the world a little while
Get to know your form again
[Verse 2: Jon Mess, Tilian]
Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
I want to hear what you're seeing
Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
I want to know what you're feeling
If it's making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines?
If it moves and breathes it's fine, don't let it mess with your mind
Do you feel alone when I'm not home?
Touch as you please, you should feel free
Paging Dr. Mess, your patient's throwing food and ate his robe
You always keep me coming back for more
So many faces in the world, but I want yours
The way you make me feel inside my bones
I can't remember how it feels to be alone
And when you call my phone late at night
Anticipation always burns me up inside
Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
It's analogy backfire in the cliché storm of backwards prose
Shoot the agony beam, wearing sacrificial clothes
[Verse 1: Tilian]
I haven't slept for weeks
Just a couple more and I'll be yours
I'll be coming home again
And we'll tear apart those sheets
And forget the world a little while
Get to know your form again
[Verse 2: Jon Mess, Tilian]
Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
I want to hear what you're seeing
Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
I want to know what you're feeling
If it's making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines?
If it moves and breathes it's fine, don't let it mess with your mind
Do you feel alone when I'm not home?
Touch as you please, you should feel free
Paging Dr. Mess, your patient's throwing food and ate his robe
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