Turn on, Turn up

Lost inside a scene, a reflection
Mirroring a line, a projection
What I hope to say, what I hope to ransom
What I nearly lost, what I nearly shattered
Walk into the dark, devastating
Fall into the sound, records playing
Do you keep it all, lock it up from eye line?
To you lose it all, freak out on the front line?
Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit
ELECTRIC when it hits
Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit
ELECTRIC when it hits
Listen for the rise of elation
Let your body drown in sensation
Do we build it up, do we reinvent it?
Do we break it all, do we only bend it?
Drawing out the line, of what’s compelling
Loosening the grip, of what is holding
Can I let myself close enough to feel it?
Can I let myself finally believe it?
Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit
ELECTRIC when it hits
Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit
ELECTRIC when it hits
So it’s the very same scene
And we stand in the dark listening
Our eyes focused on your mouth
We’re trying to make the words out
Hey Hey Hey
So turn it on, turn it up, every little bit
ELECTRIC when it hits
Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit
ELECTRIC when it hits
It hits
It hits
It hits