Where have all the wisdom gone in the things we live for
I’m trapped in the prism of a lovesick polaroid of us

Inescapable
Heart to heart cry
Night after night
The seas are full of tears
Why it feels so good?
Lost spirts on dancefloor
Noon after noon
I feel dancing with none else

I feel dancing baby

The nature dawns freezing the misery away from my shoulders
In his freckles only leftovers of the glory of the night
Where have all the beat go? I feel underappreciated
I’m trapped in the wildest dream of a lovesick dancefloor

Inescapable
Heart to heart cry
Night after night
The seas are full of tears
Why it feels so good?
Lost spirts on dancefloor
Noon after noon
I feel dancing with none else