The club feels like home
Down to my bones
I want you to know
That I'm going to show
You what I'm doing
My friends how I'm shooting
My aim isn't faltering
I won't say I'm losing
I will say I'm choosing
But I'm afraid of stuttering
When the light starts going
The beat starts slowing
I want you to remember
That it's the main thing to me
The warmth of your breath
The lightness of my head
Oh, it's the main thing to me
You're making me guess
Where will we go next?
We'll find a home
If we tire our bones
I want you to know
That we're going to show
Them what we're doing
Our friends how we're shooting
Our aim isn't faltering
We won't say we're losing
We will say we're choosing
But we're afraid of stuttering
When the light starts going
The beat starts slowing
I want you to remember
That it's the main thing to me
The warmth of your breath
The lightness of my head
Oh, it's the main thing to me
You're making me guess
Where will we go next?
When the light starts going
The beat starts slowing
I want you to remember
That it's the main thing to me
The warmth of your breath
The lightness of my head
Oh, it's the main thing to me
You're making me guess
Where will we go next?