Angels and Airwaves. Love. Young London. Zeneszám

I'm not the one to complain about bad dreams
It's like disease but without a life
It's all a scene with a straight directive
That we're all lost and we're stuck in time
We feel alone in a strange blue ocean
And we're all scared as death to die

I'm not the one to admit it's helpless
I have a sense that we will be alright
I wish for peace with electric silence
To keep our hearts beating on our minds
And we will see how we're all connected
When we awake to the tunnel's light

Suit up, boys, we're on vacation
With endless day and reservation
Saddest girls who will await while dying inside
How will they get by?

Suit up, boys, we're on vacation
With endless day and reservation
Saddest girls who will await while dying inside
How will they get by?

Suit up, boys, that's right it's the weekend
Get down, girls and dance with your best friend
Show yourselves and take what you ask for
Let it go, the fights on the dance floor

Suit up, boys, that's right it's the weekend
Get down, girls and dance with your best friend
Show yourselves and take what you ask for
Let it go, the fights on the dance floor

Suit up boys, that's right it's the weekend
Get down, girls and dance with your best friend
Show yourselves and take what you ask for
Let it go, the fights on the dance floor

Suit up boys, that's right it's the weekend
Get down, girls and dance with your best friend
Show yourselves and take what you ask for
Let it go, the fights on the dance floor

The night gets better, the wait's so wonderful
They move together and dance so colorful
They kiss like flowers and breathe with pheromones
Songs get louder, it feels so natural

The night gets better, the wait's so wonderful
They move together and dance so colorful
They kiss like flowers and breathe with pheromones
Songs get louder, it feels so natural