Velvet Rush (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Backdoor swings wide on forty-fourth

Subwoofer tremors rolling up north

You cut a slipstream straight through the crowd

Strobe hitting copper, laughing out loud

Pre-Chorus

Is the floor dropping out underneath our shoes

Or did the speakers choose what we lose

Catch the drop before we fall

Chorus

You pull me into the velvet rush

Everything blurs to a crimson crush

High-voltage air on a crowded floor

Loud as a thunderbolt, asking for more

You pull me into the velvet rush

Sound turns to satin beneath your touch

Verse 2

Sweat on the collar, smoke on the glass

Two hundred dancers moving too fast

You trace a circuit right down my spine

Snapping the tempo in double-time

Pre-Chorus

Is the floor dropping out underneath our shoes

Or did the speakers choose what we lose

Catch the drop before we fall

Chorus

You pull me into the velvet rush

Everything blurs to a crimson crush

High-voltage air on a crowded floor

Loud as a thunderbolt, asking for more

You pull me into the velvet rush

Sound turns to satin beneath your touch

Bridge

No street above us, no ticking clock

Sub-bass rattling block to block

Gold dust floating across the haze

Turning the dark into thirty new ways

Chorus

You pull me into the velvet rush

Everything blurs to a crimson crush

High-voltage air on a crowded floor

Loud as a thunderbolt, asking for more

You pull me into the velvet rush

Sound turns to satin beneath your touch