Feel The Rush

Friday night, the city's pulsing, Engine humming deep. The mirrors catch a million streetlights, Secrets that we keep. We're cruising down the west way, Leaving all the gray behind. The universal signal for the lost and hopeless. Just feel the rush. Can you feel it? Through the concrete, through the Air. Just feel the rush. Yeah. Everybody is moving, everybody is there. The night is ours, the beat is pure. So be loud, this UK gore. This is the cure. Just feel the rush. Doors swing wide, wall of heat, Smell from the selector. The flicker of the strobe light turns the crowd To one connected creature. Hands are in the air, no problems, No tomorrows. Swimming in the moment, drowning out the sorrow. A glance across the dance floor, silent Understanding. The rhythm is the language, the melody commanding. We ride the crackling sample. The piano that's so raw. Just feel the rush. Feel it? Through concrete, through the air. Just feel the rush. Yeah. Everybody's moving, everybody's there. The night is ours, the beat is pure. Got 'em singing this UK gore. This is the cure. We all need cure. Just feel The rush.