Testo: Dancing Ghosts. Other. Wibe Crisis.

Shall we dance dance dance on the rooftop
A living dead party pointed at 2 o clock
Shall we dance dance dance on the rooftop
A living dead party pointed at 2 o clock

I'll like to see you drunk drunk drunk
I'll like to see you dance dance dance
We make love like there's no tomorrow
We make love, love, love!

I'll like to see you drunk drunk drunk
I'll like to see you dance dance dance
We make love like there's no tomorrow
We make love, love, love!

As we are closed in a private room
Windows open, the bright of the moon
As we are closed in a private room
Windows open, the bright of the moon

Until the rain comes again and washes everything
We sell our souls and they give us nothing

As I pull your hair I feel your nails on my skin
As I kiss your tongue I feel consumed by our sins
As I pull your hair I feel your nails on my skin
As I kiss your tongue I feel consumed by our sins

We are leaving the clues of our crimes right here
We are leaving the clues of our crimes right here

Put the clothes on... it's time to go.

Until the rain comes again and washes everything
We sell our souls and they give us nothing
Until the rain comes again and washes everything
We sell our souls and they give us nothing