

(ooh) (ah-ha, yeah) The asphalt cools beneath the evening sky
Midnight blue begins to catch the light
Walking through the crowded avenue
Searching for a trace of me and you
We chase the quiet hours of the night
And the traffic flows like liquid gold In a story we have
never told Will you catch me before I fade away?
Oh, let the rhythm of the street lights guide us home We
are dancing in a world of our own
Under the canopy of glass and steel
This is the only thing that feels so real A
distant radio plays a familiar tune
Reflecting off the towers to the moon
We are lost in the syncopated beat
Every corner holds a memory sweet We find our sanctuary in the
tune
(ooh) (yeah, yeah)
Oh, let the rhythm of the street lights guide us home We
are dancing in a world of our own
Under the canopy of glass and steel
This is the only thing that feels so real Guide us home...
In this world of our own... (hummmm)