Is it that tune to which you dance, or in my head the romance
Dont mutter, be loud, I caught you singing the same song, now don’t pretend I was wrong
It’s not hard, it’s just a start, deny or dont sing, don’t pretend yet that it’s a fling
Look time is running, I got things to do, don’t toy with your eyes, what is that you are afraid to do?
Inside the gathered pieces all are the same, my heart, your heart, their hearts, all hearts are insane
Till the hearts boil, let us burn ourselves
Tomorrow when they all die, heaven or hell both could be a lie
For now, take the chance, just romance.