Floor zero. Starry concrete, blurry with the heat, pseudo solar Everyone but me Is steady with the beat, I lose composure I hear my number called I head to the window. You know I’ve waited & I feel so faded. I float into the room I know I’ll be there soon. I’m the levitator I can only go up Sky is like a screen, always rendering my own illusion If you choose your fantasy I hope that you choose me, no delusion I hear my number called I head to the window. You know I’ve waited & I feel so faded. I float into the room I know I’ll be there soon. I’m the levitator I can only go I hear my number called I head to the window I’m the imitator. A real role player. If I pretend to be someone who takes the heat I’ll cultivate it I can only go up