[Archie Andrews:]
I'm lost in a memory of the place where the summer ends
Late night when thistown gets small
I'll be running through the streets again
Let's make it hard to hold on
Come on, turn the radio on
And honey, let's dance, dance, dance
For the rest of the night
It's better left unsaid
Yeah come on, play the remix loud
And honey, we'll dance, dance, dance
For the rest of our lives
I'm not ready to go yet
We've got history to forget