Midnight Keeps the Score (έκδοση 2)

Verse

Sweat on the thermostat reading nine thirty

Coffee mug been cold for two full sets

Bassline climbs through my ribs like stairs

I traded sleep for this and I'm not sorry yet

Last text to my mom said 'don't worry, dance floor

Speaker stack's got a permanent grin

Every ache in my feet turns into fire

This is the price tag I'll gladly pay again

Pre-Chorus

So what's one more hour

One more drop, one more round

Can I keep this feeling

Long enough to get back down

Chorus

I'm dancing 'til the black lights break

Midnight keeps the score on my feet

Every fall just teaches me how to rise

This is the only version of winning that feels right

Verse 2

Empty water bottle rolling under the booth

Stranger's laughing at something I don't know

Champagne bottle left over from a party gone home

Someone's jacket's still slung on the rail

The crowd starts moving like one long engine now

I'm the fuel and they're the fire, I swear it