In our imaginary room We smoke cigarettes on the floor I sit at the end of the bed You stare at the curves in the air Time stopped but the vinyl was Turnin' round Turnin' round Only we know what we want To talk about Talk about Air was filled up with our breath With pleasure and joy we're going mad Time stood still but the vynil was Turnin' round Turnin' round The anxiety of the visible digs up inside Paints some fake smiles, undresses the words and divides I can see a tremblin' shadow by the light of an exhausted night Time stopped but the vinyl was Turnin' round Turnin' round Only we know what we want To talk about Talk about Air was filled up with our breath With pleasure and joy we're going mad Time stood still but the vinyl was Turnin' round Turnin' round Time stopped but the vinyl was Turnin' round Turnin' round Only we know what we want To talk about Talk about