Sin City Radio Mix

It penetrates, it makes us swoon. It penetrates, it makes us swoon. It Penetrates, it makes us swoon. All the light that we consume. The neon signs, the falling moon. Electric yellow and maroon. It penetrates, it makes us swoon. Colors grow and come alive. Into our veins, into our eyes. Millions marching in disguise. In the city of sin, it's no surprise. It Penetrates, it makes us swoon. It penetrates, it makes us swoon. It Penetrates, it makes us swoon