| Beyond the window, there’s a temple fair |
| Fluorescent lights, they fill the humid air |
| I sit in silence, watch the people jive |
| «So this is how it feels to be alive» |
| Here comes the bass drum, feel it shake the earth |
| The kind of rhythm that makes you fall in love |
| Out on the dance floor, sparks a young romance |
| But fate would have it, that they wouldn’t stand a chance |
| The strays, the gods, I’ve seen the lot |
| They’re out there screaming |
| «We didn’t grow up the same |
| Please don’t judge me by the name of my neighborhood |
| Should our thoughts not align |
| You can politely decline, it’s okay, we’re good |
| It’s okay, we’re good» |
| The strays, the gods, I’ve seen the lot |
| They’re out there screaming |
| «We didn’t grow up the same |
| Please don’t judge me by the name of my neighborhood |
| Should our thoughts not align |
| You can politely decline, it’s okay, we’re good |
| It’s okay, we’re good» |
| Beyond the window, there’s a temple fair |
| Fluorescent lights, they fill the humid air |
| I sit in silence, watch the people jive |
| «So this is how it feels to be alive» |