The bronze is fake, no one can tell, it's precious and they know. The streamers break it's no one's fault, when they are left alone. And music splits the room in two with faces to the door. The world is spinning, lights are blue, when panic hits the floor.
Last chance to dance…
Foreheads rise up and scan the room to see who makes a move. They stand and spin and start to groove trying to make it cool. Throwing their hats into the ring with every thought about the final time these voices sing.
Last chance to dance…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
