Dance Floor Hurricane

Rushing waters I can feel the beat, My heat moves along with yours Hoping we’ll drown in the rushing waves. Light years away Dancing bodies Moving like the sea. Crashing against one another, Hot pressure moves the course of the dance floor, Like a hurricane. Then we drain away. Dried up by the sun rays Only the call of the next night will bring back this hurricane. That seems light years away. Rushing waters Dancing bodies Hot pressure Nightlife