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