Cross the Velvet Line - Bo's World

Nu-Disco / Deep House, 123 BPM [Intro] Please stay behind the line. Do not touch the installation. [Verse 1] Polished concrete, high white walls Staring at a blank frame down the hall Everybody's nodding at a single blue dot Pretending that they see what the artist saw Chin in the hand, dry red in the glass Whispering prices as the curators pass Stiff little posture, nobody moves Trapped in a room with nothing to prove [Pre-Chorus] Wait a second, check the glass in your hand Little red ripples that nobody planned Forty hertz creeping up through the floor Somebody plugged in the wrong audio cord [Chorus] Step back, cross the velvet line Let the sub-bass spill the expensive wine Take off the glasses, drop the act When the kick drum hits, there's no holding back Do not touch, that's what the sign says Now the whole first row is losing their heads Drop the pose, let the posture break Feel the whole gallery start to shake [Verse 2] The critic in the tweed just dropped his notes Sweat breaking out under cashmere coats Five-hundred-dollar loafers tapping on the tile First time all night that I've seen him smile Bordeaux splashing on the minimalist art The bassline's tearing the etiquette apart Even the guard by the exit door Just threw his clip-on tie on the floor [Pre-Chorus] Look at the sculptures starting to sway Nobody cares what the brochures say Forty hertz rattling the ceiling tracks No way to put the lid on it back [Chorus] Step back, cross the velvet line Let the sub-bass spill the expensive wine Take off the glasses, drop the act When the kick drum hits, there's no holding back Do not touch, that's what the sign says Now the whole first row is losing their heads Drop the pose, let the posture break Feel the whole gallery start to shake [Bridge] No more whispers No more rules High society acting like fools Hands on the sculptures, wine on the floor Nobody's looking at the frames anymore [Chorus] Step back, cross the velvet line Let the sub-bass spill the expensive wine Take off the glasses, drop the act When the kick drum hits, there's no holding back Do not touch, that's what the sign says Now the whole first row is losing their heads Drop the pose, let the posture break Feel the whole gallery start to shake [Outro] Private viewing, public groove Look at those stiff shoulders start to move Leave the frame on the wall Let the bass take it all