Breaking the system down, dancing out of tune.
The love is in theorem, the geometry of hands;
But under the lights, to the techno music,
With the immunity, I’m getting infected by you.
What if the music saves us, will bring us home.
The whole dance floor is full of people like me-and everyone wants to get crazy.
The music will save us. The ice is in the glass, the smoke is in neon
And I’m getting closer to you. See you on the dance floor!
See you on the dance floor, there is alcohol in coca-cola.