To carry a secret,
is to play with fire.
Try to pass it on and you risk hurting someone else.
Hold on to it and eventually you’ll get burned.
This is for them pretty somethings
Living in a fast lane, see you when you crash babe
This is for them sexy somethings
That body ain’t gon’ always get ya out of everything
This is for them bitter somethings
Stop living in regret, baby, it’s not over yet
And this is for them trippin’ somethings
That’s high on life, baby, put me on your flight
And we’re so insane,
in our dance hall days.
We were cool on grace,
but when I and you and everyone we knew,
to relive to sharing what was true.
Livin’ the dance hall days.
Threw it all away.
Livin’ the dance hall days!