Vula the night, let the dark roll in (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Car hood hot in the amber glow

Tailgate swings while the sun sinks low

Sweet melon juice on your fingertips

Seven PM and the daylight slips

Dust kicking up from your unlaced shoes

Too young to care what we got to lose

Pre-Chorus

Hear that log drum rattle the gate

Nobody asking if we're out too late

Catch my eye as the colours fade

Look at the magic that the summer made

Chorus

Vula the night, let the dark roll in

Warm evening breeze on your golden skin

Keep your step with mine, let the speakers blow

Vula the night, take it sweet and slow

Verse 2

Water drops run down a soda can

Humming along with an old tin fan

T-shirt sticking to a sunburned back

Shadows stretch wide on the driveway track

Laughing so loud that the streetlights blink

Nothing to chase and no time to think

Pre-Chorus

Hear that log drum rattle the gate

Nobody asking if we're out too late

Catch my eye as the colours fade

Look at the magic that the summer made

Chorus

Vula the night, let the dark roll in

Warm evening breeze on your golden skin

Keep your step with mine, let the speakers blow

Vula the night, take it sweet and slow

Bridge

Road stays warm though the sky turns black

We went too far, ain't no turning back

Lean into the groove, let the shakers ride

Nowhere to run and no place to hide

Chorus

Vula the night, let the dark roll in

Warm evening breeze on your golden skin

Keep your step with mine, let the speakers blow

Vula the night, take it sweet and slow