Dusty Groove

Open on a screenshot we should delete

At the empty bar where the tabs go missing

Then she starts to dance like the cameras are off (mmm-hmm)

In the quiet of the avenue

She is moving like there's nothing left to lose

Underneath the fading streetlights Spinning slowly through the blues (yeah)

Paper cups and the grandeur of the street

Lost in the rhythm of her moving feet

No audience, no stage to maintain Just a private melody inside the

rain

In the quiet of the avenue

She is moving like there's nothing left to lose

Underneath the fading streetlights Spinning slowly through the blues

(ooh-ooh) (spinning through the blues)

(cameras off)