Fever in the Crowd (wersja 2)

Verse

Your hips find mine in the strobing haze

Floor shakes three floors down from the speaker stack

Sweat rolls silver on your collarbone

You don't pull back when my shoulder's against yours

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it building, low and slow?

Something about this room won't let go

Chorus

Fever in the crowd, we're not stopping now

Hands up high while the walls come down

Fever in the crowd, your hand finds mine

Lose myself with you, no time, no line

Verse

Red laser sweeps across your face

Kick drum locks to a single pulse in my chest

Your fingers trace the collar of my jacket

Strangers blur around us but it's like we're alone

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it building, low and slow?

Something about this room won't let go

Chorus

Fever in the crowd, we're not stopping now

Hands up high while the walls come down

Fever in the crowd, your hand finds mine

Lose myself with you, no time, no line

Bridge

Say a word, just one, and I'll follow it anywhere

No last call, no clock on this floor

Skin to skin where the bass hits hard

This is all we need, nothing more

Chorus

Fever in the crowd, we're not stopping now

Hands up high while the walls come down

Fever in the crowd, your hand finds mine

Lose myself with you, no time, no line