

(ooh, yeah)
Golden horizon, the heat starts to rise
We chased the rhythm right under the skies
Barefoot on asphalt, no plans in our way
Just riding the heatwave into the day
(ahhh) I feel the pressure
starting to break
Every single breath we take
This is our summer of sound
Turn it up, turn it loud
No looking down
We are lost and we're found
(yeah,
yeah, yeah)
Radio static, the bass is so deep
We stay awake while the quiet ones sleep
Running through fountains, laughing out loud
Fading away in a beautiful crowd Feel the sand on our skin
Let the music begin Spinning around (we are lost,
we are found)
This is our summer of sound
Turn it up, turn it loud No looking down
We are lost and we're found
(turn it up, turn it up)
Our summer of sound...
(ooh, yeah)