It's a story, but that's why I'm here, to tell you story, so picture the scene Let's begin The turn of the day When all music fools come out to play Until the drunk turn of night
So many stories to hear, So many chicks to greet, And beautiful faces unseen x2
What they were building ? No one could say.
At the turn of the night We all wonder and chuckle in the lights Until every floor is soaked through
Such crazy behaviors Such noise in our ears Lets all change gears x2
If we you really need to express something But I don't know what it is I want to express ... Or how to express it ?
Before this night ends, I will mingle and find you Until your hand is in my hand
So much sweat and laughter So much for electric beats And spark when you come so sweet x2
Thank you for a lovely invitation Good night its been charming
At the turn of the day When words become syllables Will you remember our dance?
I ask myself that question all the time
At the turn of the day When words become syllables Will you remember our dance?
Ah ! you remember that ? Something I should never forget