High Gloss Memory (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red patent heels on the wet city street

Subwoofer pulse pushing up through our feet

You pull my hand through the velvet and glare

Bass turns to color and sparks in the air

Mirrors are melting in hot purple light

Nobody slows down for morning tonight

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the floor bend

Do you see the frequency

Can you hold it at the peak

Before it crashes into me

Chorus

Spin me out where the strobe catches your face

Turn the heat up till we shatter the place

Nothing fades when the kick drum hits heavy

Lock us down in a high gloss memory

Verse 2

Glitter and leather and static in time

You speak in rhythm and move in a line

Two hundred beats make the dark turn to glass

Nothing is quiet and nothing will pass

Prism of headlights cuts over the floor

Every new second is begging for more

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the floor bend

Do you see the frequency

Can you hold it at the peak

Before it crashes into me

Chorus

Spin me out where the strobe catches your face

Turn the heat up till we shatter the place

Nothing fades when the kick drum hits heavy

Lock us down in a high gloss memory

Bridge

Chrome on the cymbals and pink in the snare

Current is running straight out of your hair

Don't let the shutter close, don't let it break

Keep all the neon wide open, awake

Chorus

Spin me out where the strobe catches your face

Turn the heat up till we shatter the place

Nothing fades when the kick drum hits heavy

Lock us down in a high gloss memory