Young london

I'm not the one to complain of bad dreams
It's like disease but without a life
It's all a scene with the straight directive
That we're all lost and we're stuck in time
We feel alone in a strange blue ocean
And we're all scared as death to die

I'm not the one to admit it's helpless
I have a sense that we will be alright
I wish for peace with electric silence
To keep our hearts beating on our minds
And we will see that we're all connected
When we awake to the tunnel's light

Suit up boys, we're on vacation
With endless day, and reservation
Saddest girls who will await while
Dying inside, how will they get by?

Suit up boys, this ride is the weekend
Get down girls and dance with your best friend
Show yourselves and take what you ask for
Let it go, your fight's on the dance floor

Suit up boys, this ride is the weekend (Life gets better)
Get down girls and dance with your best friend (Move together)
Show yourselves and take what you ask for (Kiss like flowers)
Let it go, your fight's on the dance floor (Songs get louder)

The night gets better, but wait, so wonderful
They move together and dance so colorful
They kiss like flowers that breathe with pheromones
Songs get louder, it feels so natural