Where the days turn into the
nights
People move into the sounds
and sights
Like the moth is drawn into
the lights
Like the tight-rope walker
into the heights
It's in their hearts, it's
in their hips,
It's in their feet, it's on
their lips
Tonight's the night I'm gonna
make you mine
Gonna dance right out onto
the edge of time
When the sound starts pumpin'
And the lights are flashin'
And my hearts-a-thumpin'
And I feel the passion
And the world is right there
waiting
At my finger tips
Disco... apocalypse
In the dawn the city seems
to sigh
And the hungry hear their
children cry
People watch the time go by
They do their jobs and live
and die
And in their dreams they rise
above
By strength, or hate, or luck,
or love
Tonight's the night I'm gonna
make you mine
Gonna dance right out onto
the edge of time
When the world starts turnin'
And the dreams are burnin'
And the skies awaken
Through the wind and the fire
They will be dancing still
It's in their hearts, it's
in their hips,
it's in their feet, it's on
their lips
A single sound that never
ends
They die each night and live
again
I'm gonna make you mine
Tonight's the night
Out on the edge of time
With the dreams of flesh and
love dancing in my mind
Dancing through the fire on
the edge of time
(c) 1980 Swallow Turn Music / ASCAP
Marco Giunco |
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