

(ooh-yeah) Standing outside
under the boutique canopy
The door closes, glass-walled luxury
You were the guest,
now you run the floor
But you walked straight out the double door
Lobby echoes calling you back inside
Empty spaces where the shadows hide
But the beat is rising high
(rising high)
We are lost in the lobby echo
Watching the VIP status go
Step back inside, take the crown We don't ever slow it down (yeah-eh)
Now you're back in the center light
From the cold street back to the night
Empty luxury, hollow and sweet
We find our truth in the driving beat
Lobby echo
Empty luxury
(just you and me)