Текст песни
Red digits on the wall
Air tastes like metal
You stare through the strobes
I feel my jaw settle
One line on your phone
Cuts through the hum
"Leave when it peaks"
Heart starts to drum
Eyes on the exit
Feet on the line
Every little second
Folds into the grind
Hold it
Hold it
Don’t you move till the drop hits
Breathe in
Lock in
Let the floor take the conflict
Cold room
Hard tune
Every pulse in your chest flips
Hold it
Hold it
Don’t you move till the drop hits (hey)
Sweat runs
Slow drip
Neon on your cheekbone
Mouth close to my ear
You say
"We’re not going home"
Handshake
Half smile
We’re wired the same
Two ghosts in a crowd
Disappearing in the frame
Hold it
Hold it
Don’t you move till the drop hits
Breathe in
Lock in
Let the floor take the conflict
Cold room
Hard tune
Every pulse in your chest flips
Hold it
Hold it
Don’t you move till the drop hits (oh)
Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Hold it
Hold it
Don’t you move till the drop hits
