Dance please! I wanna sing, I wanna sing in your nightclub
Hey guy, I wanna sing, I wanna sing on the radio
Come on, I wanna sing, I wanna sing in your basement
Do you want to dance with me?

I have to say I'm not a fashion man, I'm unknown
I'm not the type of guy you gonna

You are my strange lonely ghost
You are my selfish pain
The one you can’t get rid of
I wanna fall, I wanna fall, down

You are my mysterious door
With my guilty secrets
Each day, I want more and more
I wanna go, I wanna go

At night, I want to dance alone with m

We’re seventeen
It’s Halloween
We had few drinks
At Tom’s party
We’ve got to try
Before we die
We wanna feel
Something for real

I hope this night will never stop
Like in summer, when it’s too hot
We will make a better world
We are young, immortal sou

I'm invisible wandering like a ghost
I'm invisible, I am full of doubts
It’s impossible, when you aren’t special
I'm invisible, please shot me down

Always scared to fail, I measure all my words
Sometimes I lose myself, in a tiny box
I should reset my brain, and start al

Life, is what you make
Is what you make it, believe me, no time to doubt
Time, is not a race, is not a race
It seems to be, click of the clock

Red, is like a face, is like a face
She burns in me, I lose control
Why, we cannot say, we cannot say
(What) we really feel

Oh baby love, burn down your stuff, switch off your bloody phone
Cos tomorrow it’s the end of the world
Take back control, you’ve wasted
So much time you won’t get refund
The day you’ll die you won’t need your comfort, stand up

This is the end of the world
We have been

Every night you slip into my bed
Every night you slip into my head
You mumble me words I don’t understand
You paint bright colors, irradiate my brain

Why it’s so hard to let, to let you go
Why it’s so hard to say, you have to go
Why it’s so hard to kill, to kill the gho

Listen to me, you’ve got to change your method
Your story, must sound sadly beautiful
Your movie, will win many golden globe
Your lyrics? I don’t understand a word

I'm twenty, I know what is “à la mode”
You’re forty, you’re not fashion anymore
The rock is killed by the

Every night, I disappear, my soul is dry, looking for something
In the dark, wiping your lips, ready to bite
Looking for victims and blood, a nice cup of blood
A fresh cup of blood, you wanna suck my soul

Explosions in my brain, I can’t be myself
Confusion on my neck, it’s