Galezard Project - One Night Only

Just offline.
Yeah, yeah.
Neon flash, crowded room, standing on the edge.
Your perfume is a trap, caught up in the net.
Yeah.
Clock is ticking fast, boarding pass in my pocket.
We're blowing up the night like a spacebound rocket.
No names, no past, just the bass in our chests.
We don't need a promise, let the rhythm do the rest.
Drop it.
Fake love, real sparks, burning down the floor.