Triple Thread

(ooh-ooh,

yeah)

Whispers in the hall

Shadows on the floor

But I don't feel afraid

Of the dark anymore

Do you feel the pressure rising

(feel it, feel it)

Just behind your eyes

We are spinning under glass

Making moments made to last

Catching fire in the cold

Story waiting to be told

Flicker of a spark

Static in the air

You can turn away

But I am still right there

Three voices in the dark (one,

two, three)

We strike a single spark

We are spinning under glass

Making moments made to last

Catching fire

in the cold

Story waiting to be told

Under glass... (ooh-ooh)