Зрительный контакт (Диско-вайб)

Ooh, Ooh. Ooh, Ooh, ooh. ooh, ooh. Pushing the door, stepping inside. The noise of the room hits like a tide. Scanning the crowd, cutting the haze. Navigating through the evening maze. And then the world just suddenly stops. The bass line hits and the silence drops. Across the room through the moving sea. Your eyes lock directly onto me. The gravity shifts, the compass aligns. Reading the invisible neon signs. The eye contact, a spark in the dark. Leaving a permanent beautiful mark. The end of the waiting, the start of the Play. Washing the rest of the evening away. A silent collision, a Sudden ignite. We are exactly where we should Be Tonight. Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah. Walking across the crowded floor. Don't need the preparation anymore. The script is burned, the rehearsal is done. The magnetic pull of a setting Sun. No words needed, the signal is clear. The only thing that matters is right here. The eye contact, a spark in the dark. Leaving a permanent beautiful mark. The end of the waiting, the start of the Play. Washing the rest of the evening away. Ooh, ooh, ooh.