

Late hours on the avenue
Trace the outline of a shape I knew
Nocturnal ink starts to run
Waiting for a cold and quiet sun
We move in patterns,
side to side
Underneath the waves we try to hide (ahhh-ahh)
Whispers in the corridor
We don't talk about the rules no more
Just a shadow on the floor
Reaching out for something more
We move in patterns,
side to side
Underneath the waves we try to hide (ahhh-ahh)
Lost in the haze
In the quiet dark