It's cold out on the dance floor all my friends are dead
And there's something I'm this drink that keeps playing with my head
Those neon lights have helped me lose my way
My visions getting blurry and it's only half past eight
Ooo
Oh it's a crazy truth
What you want me to do
And through I try to take my time I can't see straight throught these white lines
All the sound is coming from the DJs desk
The disco ball is hanging by a single thread
It's falling down, it's crumblin' burning disco to the ground
But when the night is over don't nobody make a sound
Ooo
Take your time
The night is on your side
Draw a line
Tear away your pride
Oh it's a crazy truth
What you want me to do
And through I try to take my time I can't see straight through these white lines