Dance with the devil

I stand in the corner looking for an excuse to talk to you,
looking forward to get a chance to share a drink or two.
All the guys in the room are staring at you, the atmosphere is getting thicker,
feeling like a wild west shootout, who will be the one to pull the trigger.
Enough of this waiting, its time to make my move,
I'll get you in my arms and we'll start to follow the groove.
Let the music carry the night into it's embrace,
let our heart beat and then match their pace.

why is my soul wanting to run away from itself,
am I dancing with the devil in the fires of hell?
is this the thrill people get while walking on those tightropes,
is this the calm snipers feel while stalking their targets on the scope.
The music is just driving me more into this abyss,
I didn't feel like this even during my first kiss.
You smile and let me know that you're having a good time,
i'm sure if I ask for more of that, I wouldn't be charged for a crime.